Ii Summer In Rome Poem by Guy Shaked

My dog shuns the rain,
As I sit by marble bees,
Continents apart.

A local cabby,
Sweating like a true race horse,
By the Hippodrome.

A shivering clerk,
Sends me to the outdoor zoo,
After we converse.

While taking cover,
Under the arch of Titus -
Bicycles hit me.

She slips on the ice,
As her satellite phone rings,
With her daughter's voice.

Roman sun above,
So we visit all the sites,
That are in the shade.

While the rain drops fall,
A modern gladiator,
Runs for shelter.