Pisa is Disney Italia, but still,
Shelley did climb the Tower,
and I snuck into an earlier tour
group, ever in the right place
at the wrong time. Even so,
the Piazza dei Miracoli wears
sunset well, and the bridges
braid the Arno like a child’s
barrettes. I bought a Bowie
pin at a record store and
grabbed cappuccino at the
New York Caffe, a quick stop
on my way to Bologna.
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