In Italy
On this Sunday
Long years past
Children skip
Beneath spring trees
All in ethereal
Lacey white.
Girls swing on swings.
Cream suited boys
Cry out with
With high pitched glee
Tumbling down
The chapel steps.
This town has called
Its first communion.
And I can smile
In a corner of the square.
JL May 19. 10:36
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