cobbled stone memories
surface within
the walls of my veins

church bells ringing
penetrating through
the window of
my pensione

fronting Palazzo Vecchio
Statue of David
displayed for all
admiring his manhood

IL Duomo,
I climb your towers,
escalating Campanille Di Giotto
lour'd upon Firenze

Sistine Chapel
synagogue of my soul
engaging me with
an act of contrition

landscaped above the ceiling
Michaelangelo's frescoes
naked prophets,
benevolent models of creation
witness I must
the rise and fall of man

catching my breath
as I flee the Vatican
racing for the train
amidst strangers
calculating eyes

pardon my innocence
I pass
Florence on my way
to Rome
contemplating last judgment
back to Genesis
on my way to
meet you

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