windows open
doors slam
the hum of scooters
and swaying of clothes
drying in the breeze
feet in a hurry
cameras galore
old Italian ladies
asking you to give up your seat
blue skies
gelato smiles
and street after street
art beyond your wildest dreams
and beautiful churches which feel
empty
because they are
until the monks begin to chant
and people sing
lifting up their eyes
music
opera
lights
hands on the piano keys
heart on its knees
I see
hundreds
thousands
millions of people
asking questions
without listening
for an answer
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