La città

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