Fearless creation, commitment to art
in a waterspout, I wonder if he worried
over the lion's nose, knowing it would erode
as a fact of function. Hundreds of years
later, I cross continents and oceans and still
so many small details blur into Bevagna. But
the roaring decor of a church facade I keep close,
with a nod to the courage of an artist
who could never have imagined my name.
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