watered red wine........................The man in the line behind me
making lazy circles in the sky.............smiled as I turned away
from the window empty handed.
sliced lemon..................."Not my
type" flashed thru my mind
the stones that formed the streets.........as I casually scanned his
rain................................thin tan face, blond-streaked hair,
aquiline nose
cold water......................but I lingered while he collected a
substantial quantity of mail.
blood stains....................
brown grass on the hills...
a flowered dress..............We exited American Express together
a glass of beer.................as if we had known each other all our
lives.
sleep...............................In Via Guicciardini, he extended
his hand and I took it.
background noise............"My name is Marlin."
low flying planes.............
intermittent pain...............
the smell of green grass....
warm sun.........................
the red tiled roofs................
wooden cutting board........................
don't bother me now............................
a pad of paper....................
a white shirt.......................
making love......................
the children laughing..........
blue jeans.........................
steaming plates of pasta......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
hot desert sand......
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................