LITTLE THINGS HAVE MOVED ME

 

 

Little things have moved me deeply

Like the handsome long-haired Italian man with the guitar

Who sang John Lennon’s Imagine

With an aching eloquence

In the old city of Florence

Standing in the square that once was the Jewish Quarter

I, his only audience

 

Nights in Florence, Venice and Sorrento

The smell of lemons

The narrow streets

Little things

That flicker

Only in memory

 

These brief but faithful visions of the spirit

Faithful to the moment they emerged

They flash like a lover

In the starlight

 

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