Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer
A poem conjured from looking at pictures from one of many afternoons spent hanging around Piazza del Campo in Siena, Italy.
Piazza Afternoon
A spiral of pigeons s-curved,
dropped in.
The widow hawked
cracked corn in paper bags.
Dusty schoolchildren twittered
and flitted about.
Three black-robed priests flew
across the cobblestones.
Couples preened and posed
by the trickling fountain.
The sun trilled warmth
across the square.
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1 comment:
Judging from the response to your poem a day challenge,I offer you this;
"A poem a day keeps your friends away"
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