laid out like antique jewelry
and new silk, so smoothly cool
you expect Zelda Fitzgerald
to emerge giggling from the foam.
A cat glances over his shoulder
and indicates the lake ahead, not
bothered to beg but knowing you
will follow. Winds whip through
the castle parapets but you will never
feel this safe again, alone in Umbria,
your only obligation to save and savor
this crisp serenity.
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