amalfi coast


the home of those who have seen the world
friends of experience and enemies of time
their blue shorts saddle vespa bikes
on narrow roads decorated with limes
and lemons
you imagine life here is never hard
there is no celebration for blue skies
or rays of sunshine
that always sit on the cliffs edge before sinking with the day
when visitors come out to play in their linen
searching for a taste of starch
still ironing out their itinerary
which has become a victim of the scenery
and aperol spritz or espresso sorbets
desperate to not become a memory
desperate to stand still in Amalfi

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