Florence, Or Something Like It


 

Reflecting’s become a quiet art

the past a film I play in part,

fog on glass, a softened view

of what was real, and what I knew.

Baz and I, we trade old scenes,

between the lines and all in-betweens.

We speak of dreams, of wounds once raw

and wonder what the mind once saw.

For all my years (or so I claim),

Italy has called and called my name.

Florence, in her golden light

a place I’ve wanted day and night.

But ask me why? The thread runs thin.

No tale of how it did begin.

I search the past, yet nothing sticks

no spark, no moment, no quick fix.

And still, my memories often gleam

what I wore, or what I dreamed.

The way my father’s voice would land,

the grip of shame, the sting, the stand.

I trace the path to who I am,

each mark, each bruise, a telegram.

But Florence? There, the script runs dry

a hunger with no reason why.

I see the Ponte Vecchio’s grace

Having once stepped foot in that magical place.

I love pasta, sure—but more than that,

it’s like I wear the wrong format.

Born in a land that fits too tight,

I reach for things often out of sight.

Perhaps the mystery’s what I crave

a different life I never gave.

Why write it now? Because I stare

at Florence stacked in quiet air,

her book above Pompeii’s red dust

a shrine of longing, love, and rust.

And as I wonder what’s been spun,

what stories we repeat just  for fun

I start to think, perhaps they’re true,

the myths we make, me and you.

For what is memory, if not a thread

we stitch into the life we’ve led?

A softened truth, a silent shelf

a tale we tell to know ourselves.

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