San Salvatore

The perfect October afternoon at the top
of San Salvatore, outside of Torino, air
and sun swirled like soft serve ice cream
flavors, mundane and sublime. In the shade
of the cupola I surveyed the country, rivers
and trains bumping reliably enough
through a spotty city. Italian towns know
it is enough to be beautiful. In my year
away from life, I learned to agree.