A fine day, I sit outside breathing
the sweet, tangled aromas of
automobile exhaust and
of this tavern, I sit outside upon
millennia of dust and hope
watching the city
side street move slowly by in frames
a time lapse of eternity
This poem is submitted for the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets. To see more poems prompted by photos of Rome or any other urban site, please visit dVerse Poets.
Photograph: Roman alleyway by Claudia Schoenfeld. Used with permission for dVerse Poets.