Lago Trasimeno, even in November, is full
when it is empty. contrasts of colors throwing
light in a contracted elegance. The climb
through crunching leaves and shadows
of skittering cats rewards you with olive groves
and a castle over-looking more and more blue.
The crisp truth of early winter sharpens hues
and shines through the thick, sweet lies I
told myself that year of one long summer.
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