At Rome

By | 1 November 2018

We never went to Rome together
but as I have it
we wake early and seek out sharp coffees
spend the day brushing hands
flirting with a previous idea of us
rush to the room to make love
under white curtains
on a pile of tourist maps, your winter coat.

Pilgrim stream under window
wick-hold the candle
steady now
cassock of flow
impeached women.

On the last night I paid for a guided tour.
You pointed out umbrella pines.
I pointed out the brevity of our attendance,
the thin foot of our welcome here.

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