the church only holds me for a minute. I
leave my breath behind and wonder which
world will have me, when I ride the birdcage
back to town and the bus through Umbria
to Perugia. Mountains make decisions and
mourning the maybes made me a dull girl.
Tomorrow thrusts through today and this
breeze pushes air inside me, drying all
the tears and freezing frustrations like
memories, souvenirs of what
would never be. Beyond Gubbio,
beyond this year, I will go everywhere,
and I won't be alone.
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