The sky wore black elegantly like
Like a burnt out bulb; like
silence, a lullaby Dead on arrival.
a tidal wave of drums.
Leaves, birds, confetti
wiring exposed
and the red balloons take off to the sky above Rome
to shards of rain,
Rooftops echo ilke a canyon rattle
and the streetlamps hang
from the young ladies eyes.
of star crossed lovers on the piazza Navona
much too cold to fall into the fontana
and much to high to fall in love
and the lost little cupids break balloons like hearts
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