All day we wandered
all over the old town
our shadows
stopping to kiss
over its paved streets
our dusty dirty feet
stumbling & laughing
a leaf
falls from a pear tree
we kiss
& kiss again
down some dingy backstreet
leaving the history
of our footprints.
The sun burning
this Pompeian day.
The vocano
over our left shoulder
many centuries
behind us.
Praiano: 6.43 PM FRIDAY
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