Another empty castle, off-season in Lago
Trasimeno, where I walked for hours just
to find the sound of sunshine. Each hour
stretched like a warm, yawning cat.
Endless puzzles of unlocking language,
teaching my tongue new tricks, I hunted
for the horizon in museum basements.
I dove backwards off of parapets, closing
my eyes to the swirl and rush of sea and sky
as I snapped to standing again. In those dizzy
dreams, I remember to forget.
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