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.