I walk through sun-baked stony alleyways,And overhear the buzzing of Italian voicesin their kitchens and dining rooms.Something is always stirring –what better time to discuss it than over lunch? I hear them humming in their hives,Chattering, gossiping, and laughing.If their queen is content,Why should there be any reason for them to stop? Still, a storm … Continue reading La città
Author: 2021aine
Ginger
Our cat set out at night; he has somewhere to be. I lie awake wondering where . . . My thinking turns to dreaming, and I dream of old Ginger. His tail raised, paws padding softly along the roads. The roads glow with the moon’s reflection (it rained today). He doesn’t mind – he plods … Continue reading Ginger
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