Photoverio © (#80): December, 2008

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© Oliverio
December 2008:
My five mile Firenze walk  

She stared at me
as I walked by
niched against
the Italian sky.

Firenze
the natives
call it.

Florence
the world
calls it.

On the banks
of the River Arno

Where  Dante
found Beatrice

Where Dante
rolled the dice

Sometimes,
he won Paradise.

Sometimes,
he lost.

To her I did not say
Scusi, mi parlo
solo Igles

She spoke my language.

She was my Divine Comedy

Now, I must read the book. 
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