CERTALDO ALTO 2010

Certaldo Alto
Poised like something dreamt
A castle medieval on a hill town
housed me for some time so I could
rest and write and walk with Boccaccio
His spectre strolled the lanes with me
each dusk beneath a tortured Tuscan moon
The scent of Chianti haunts me still.

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