At six, the sun rises silently
over Punta Campanella.
Empty boats bob gently
within their mirrored fortress
...
A shrinking mirror
glinting on the pavement
in the fresh, clean sunlight.
...
Discarded.
Crushed like a leaf.
Rendered formless
by the forces of physics
...
Hot.
A mother and daughter
take a bench in the shade
and some time to recover.
...
I sat on that warm concrete step,
feeling the redness of my face.
On every one of those nights I watched,
...
On my rock
at nine hundred feet,
I see the grey veil
pulled silently across the water
...
The students crack
their noisy knuckles
in the laboratory of excellence,
drowning out the hoo haa
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