Sometimes you have to climb a leaning tower
to find your balance. Only the horizon, that seam
where the Arno zip kisses the sky, levels
the lovelorn lost. Endless aisles of coffee mugs
from China sold by anyone but Italians line
the piazza in a manner completely necessary
to bring that much beauty back to ground.
That Pisa breeze erased history.
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