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Sogno Italiano Cercasi
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
I dream in Italian…
Dark-eyed men smile seductively,
their white teeth flashing.
Eleanora Dusa waves, beckons
from the middle of Ponte Vecchio.
I am standing on Ponte Santa Trinita,
the Arno flowing swiftly
beneath the ancient stone arches.
The 4 statues are fly fishing
The bells of Firenze knell.
As they toll their last chime
I awaken to find
it is the alarm clock.
You are snuggled,
soft and warm
in the bed beside me
talking in your sleep.
You speak Italian.
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