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In the hills  
above the sea 
littered with Rome’s  
ancient glories, 
lavender bushes  
crackle and buzz  
with purpose  
and joy; 
fig leaves  
the proportion  
of polar bear paws  
bake in midday sun 
emitting a nostalgic perfume  
of cooling pies,  
damp gardens, 
summer’s freedom; 
a turtle  
encased 
in sun-dappled 
camouflage  
dispels his myth, 
cutting a rapid, noisy swath  
through  
parched yellow grasses; 
cicadas blast their cacophony 
into shimmering heat, 
the ocean on the horizon 
a foggy dream of cool; 
swallows screech for attention,  
aging theater divas 
diving evergreen cliffs  
for a humble supper; 
a white cotton  
cocoon  
suspended from the arms 
of elms  
rocks 
in the afternoon breeze, 
the chrysalis released  
from daily expectations. 
#italy #tuscany #summer  



  
 (at Vetulonia)

In the hills
above the sea
littered with Rome’s
ancient glories,
lavender bushes
crackle and buzz
with purpose
and joy;
fig leaves
the proportion
of polar bear paws
bake in midday sun
emitting a nostalgic perfume
of cooling pies,
damp gardens,
summer’s freedom;
a turtle
encased
in sun-dappled
camouflage
dispels his myth,
cutting a rapid, noisy swath
through
parched yellow grasses;
cicadas blast their cacophony
into shimmering heat,
the ocean on the horizon
a foggy dream of cool;
swallows screech for attention,
aging theater divas
diving evergreen cliffs
for a humble supper;
a white cotton
cocoon
suspended from the arms
of elms
rocks
in the afternoon breeze,
the chrysalis released
from daily expectations.
#italy #tuscany #summer


(at Vetulonia)

June 24, 2017 by Lisa Minucci
June 24, 2017 /Lisa Minucci
italy, summer, tuscany
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