
The Fontana di Piazza San Babila
July heat had us
all dipping into fountains,
our bare feet soothed in water,
feathers, stones, and coins.
And there was a young woman
with bright white skin, a slick
of perspiration on her arms,
and I wondered
what she imagined
as her hand swept through cool water.
She smiled, and I thought
she might be an angel
whose wings had torn away
as she fell to earth.
And she sat cooling her feet
in water, feathers, stones, and coins.
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