delight, all tumbled together from foot
to face in the fur of a Foligno feline.
I could tell him my cat came from Harlem,
with a Spanish name and a broken tail, but
I'm quite certain he would not care. Italians
are ever elegantly unimpressed. And I was one
second for him, one rather tall creature without
food or shelter. Even cats in Umbria cock eyes
at kittenish American curiosity.
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