With every jump
The four year old yells
as he stomps the next lower step.
The steps of Santa Croce.
Uno. Due. Tre!
Mom is ready to leave.
But he is not.
Uno. Due. Tre!
I sip my beer,
lean back on the white marble steps
and take another upside down look
at the cathedral.
Uno. Due. Tre!
Mom is ready to leave.
But he is not.
"Ok! Buona notte!"
she yells as she starts to walk away.
The old, "Ok! I'm leaving! I guess you're staying here!"
"Non! Non! Non! Andiamo Mamma!"
I smile and take another sip of beer.
Uno. Due. Tre!
-The Steps of Santa Croce [31.08.10]
Did Lucas write this? J'adore.
ReplyDeletePoetry, then? Ooh, la la, you gonna get alllll dem laydayssss ;)
I did. haha. And thats the only reason I write...to pick up dem ladies! Glad you enjoy.
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