Wednesday, June 11, 2008

On the Wings of Her Heels

And then they said, "get lost," and so I did,
by following a hem around a turn
and soon I found myself beneath a bridge
and watching Tiber's waters as they churned

and dove. The streets were tangled ripples on
a time tossed sea, and changed, and turned, I swear,
each time I passed. And as I walked along
past monuments, an echo filled my ear

with voices that I knew from somewhere I
have never been, told secret names of things,
and sang in marble dust that filled the sky.
My Rome, I found, while lost, upon the wings

of heels. Ten thousand years of pilgrims ere I came,
And still her cobbles greeted me by name.

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