It might have rained last night;
The day is fiercely beautiful. Radiant
sun falls on interfolding hills climbing
to the spine of Tuscany, la Lima to
Pistoia and to Brunelleschi's dome,
home to art majors like me, a walker
in the dells (here, church bells) faint
E'truscan images only Carrara marble
tells in gorgeous morning air. Two eyes
over Italy, ridge in the Mediterranean
floor. Before me, shells on the Adriatic
shore, then down to the Dardanelles.

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