Naples: balcony overlooking Via Firenza
By stevepoet
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It is the buzz of the scooters, itching
the city’s flaking skin, the live chaos
of the traffic. Pools of men waiting
for something to happen. It is the press
of the July day’s vague expectations
on the sweating crowds and the changing streets
that closes space as an engine is gunned
and pedestrians pause for it to pass.
Nothing is ever cool. The close summer
will distort your visitor’s perception.
Up close, the faces have much in common
with your own. Watch. Learn. Pay attention.
The sound of Naples in July’s heat:
a raindrop hissing as it hits the street.
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Excellent poem. Takes me
Excellent poem. Takes me right there.
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This is wonderfrul - thank
This is wonderfrul - thank you Steve!
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brilliant, enjoyed so much
brilliant, enjoyed so much
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Italy is an amazing country.
Italy is an amazing country. I haven't visited Naples but a friend has and his description of it tallies with your wonderful poem.
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This sharply-observed snapshot of the hot Mediterranean summer in Naples is our Poem of the Week. Please share and/or retweet if you like it too.
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watch, learn, pay attention.
watch, learn, pay attention. A mantra I wish, I wish, I could.
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The buzz of scooters sounds familiar
The buzz of scooters sounds familiar, be home before curfew the better part of valour is discretion.
Good! Never been to Itally myself they say it can get very hot there.
Keep well, all the best! Tom Brown
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