Milano

Milano 1

Many thanks to Amarillo Bay, an on-line literary magazine, for publishing the following poem in their November 2015 issue.

Milano

                        —Easter, 1980

Most everyone’s gone for the holiday

or gone to church or shut away at home

the streets have surrendered to belfry chimes

to flocks of pigeons, swirls of last night’s trash

for lunch, we lick ice cream and save our cash

for dinner: steaming pizzas spiced with thyme

strange goat cheese, drizzles of oil from Rome

we eat, drink wine, and ask for more ashtrays

Years pass: I lose the urge to smoke but not

the flat image of that fat pizza man

his two fat sons and daughter, his thin wife

that day, we feasted: gluttons at the trough

some, instead, labored: blessing us with hands

with hopes they might attain eternal life

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