italia, a dicembre

i’m heading to my homeland
and no, i’m not from there
but it’s where my heart rests
i will pace the cobblestones
of my adopted neighborhood
drinking in scents
my eyes roving in patterns
that match the autumn flowers
i will trade in the currency of
doubled consonants and trills
my ears tuned to the language
of lovers

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