Six Urban Love Songs
V. Souvenir di Florence ...
David Continues On His Way
David, outside the Academia, makes an
on t-shirts, alongside Adam touching God
's hand. Down the block the pilgrims plod,
viewers of all ages, adherents
to all faiths, come to worship or to gape:
"He's got a big one," a schoolgirl cries
in the interior, sunlit, space;
nearby, the Slaves' unfinished eyes ...
Outside again, David "hung" on a postcard, sun-
glasses on the shaft: "Hi from Florence"
(it says)—Wish you were here, love you, hon.
Fascination and abhorrence—
yet I cannot resist reporting. (If we ever break
love, I want the Stonehenge coffee cup ...)
The Laws of Falling Bodies, Story Line Press,
© 1997, co-winner of the 1997 Nicholas Roerich Prize.
Reprinted by permission of the author.