A dizzy spin, the storm's eye, has always
been my safest center. I learned to spot
early, how to hide my breathing even
if I felt the goosebump wave of faint.
In Gubbio, above Umbria, I climbed
palace stairs and danced alone at sunset
on the balcony and daydreamed,
specifically, my dear one, of you.
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