Villa Borghese

amidst 
the statues
of old men
children play

pigeons
ever hopeful
scrap about
amidst the acorns

a family
of four
plus one
take photo
after photo
to prove
they were here

Fabio
dozes on
ignoring the incentives
to smile

the parakeets
no longer sparkle
in the tree tops
long since migrated
south

but if you close your eyes
hold your breath
sit still
you ungrow 
40 years

the kiss
o that kiss
my body
shere sparkles
in the sun





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2013-12-04 at 09:31

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's been very nice vacationing in Rome with you, Peter.
2013-12-07


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Peter, very nice!
2013-12-04


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Enjoyed reading very much. Echoes of old Europe.
2013-12-04