Gelato sky...and me

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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