Tatiana leaves – Stage left

espresso sipped in stone mountain village

Pigeons eke out a meal from crumbs scattered

a cool breeze moves Tatisna’s locks

But nothing, I say nothing, will move her heart
Stone lady said goodbye, not au revoir but final.

She drank red Moretti from the jar as red

lips culled my heart.

Cool jazz turned to bitter blues

Air dried tears… Is this what prosciutto does

As the love life left my inert frame
She left my morose thoughts, turning the corner 

Espresso gone, samba a molinari takes its place

L’amore broken in San Gimignano

Tourists flock around eking a bargain

Taking home high priced items

I take home a stone heart.

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