Sounds of the City

I wrote this during a trip to Italy in 2012 and found it written on a scrap of paper. 
It is true that when you have free time, you make room for creativity.
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The sing song Italian words I hear
Motorbike sputtering, the city sounds near

Behind, in front and to the side
In Rome there is no quiet to find

The air is warm and humid too
With all the sun, you can't feel blue

A moment of peace is in your heart
That is where peace starts

A place of calm, a place of home
Where else can you be alone?

A great big city with people everywhere
As you stroll through winding streets without a care

Sitting on the sidewalk drinking espresso
How can I move from here? To get up and go?

I don't want to leave but I know I must
At some point, espresso runs out, what a fuss!

Tourists walk by I can hear them laugh
I don't feel much like them at all, too bad

And so I finish my Roma cappacino
At last its time to leave, here I go.


The Last Day of Vacation

Lovell Lake, New Hampshire
Lovell Lake, New Hampshire

The sunrise makes the sky so bright
It takes away the deep dark night
All the birds singing and squawking
Should I just be sitting or walking?

The day is beginning the day is near
The buzz of activity of day is here
The water of the lake is barely moving
No ripples – just seeing it is soothing

The sky above is blue and clear
If there’s a cloud, it isn’t here
A day to live, to enjoy, to breathe
My smile is so big you can see my teeth

I am happy with this calm of morning
Tomorrow I fly home, I’ll be soaring
Returning to my home, returning to my love
I feel the warmth of the sun above

The warmth is from the inside out
I will be happy to go home, no doubt