Today...
Isabella must be the happiest...
for she has got the ticket
of the flight...
in her trembling hands
to catch the flight
to her place of birth...
her hometown...
faraway from the piazza
smelling still of pizza and mozerella...
faraway from the known streets
peopled by hurried feet
during daytime...
and where at night
yellow lights mix with smog...
and the chill sleeps beautifully like a log
over shoulders of people returning home...
riding scooters...vans...or plodding alone...
Upon her Port Alba home
His Holiness today shown...
the way to start a search
for her roots...
La radice...
she has boarded the flight
and the start has just begun...
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