Pisa

Pisa

 

 

That utter sense of satisfaction.
Not wanting, not needing, simply being.
Traversing by foot, crossing the River Arno,
flanked by brightly, painted buildings.
Sunshine warming one’s cheeks.
Gelato in hand,
the memory of Pisa, leaning.

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