Gelato sky
Isabel's
Sometimes
Arrives
Italian pure
To me cure
Of my Francis shape
And lure
me too
To fall upon her like dew
As if
Memory of a write up
Long...
Can never escape...
Can never leave mindscape...
And the evening
Cool blessed sleepy like a dream
Turns musical...
Mystic...
Transient
And
me faces a transmute,
Mute...
Silent
me runs
To people
Who might be there
By the sea...
at Villa communale...
At the bustle of the piazza...
O how me sees Dante there
Standing white
Under the spotlight...
Orangy bright...
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