by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

And they asked me

"What do you miss most
abut Mondello?"

So I replied,

"The song of the sea,
as she lulls me to sleep,
the cry of gulls
at sunset
when the fishermen
come ashore,
their boats laden
with polpo and
triglie, orata
and other fresh catch
from the azure waters
of the Mediterranean.

air soft as silk...

And I miss the rain

But most
I miss lying beside you
on the warm Sicilian sand."


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