Some day we will visit Rome again.
Brave the awesome summer thunder
to throw coins in the Trevi fountain
and drink strong coffee in cafes, under
rain soaked sunshades. Watch as the
birds soar gracefully over the sunset
in St. Peters` square. The shadow
of the Coliseum will absorb late
afternoon glare. Today, there is only
an antiseptic ward and a kindly young
man who does not know what to say. Rome
waits for now in an unknown mist. Some
other time we will return, you say.
Another time, I promise. Some other day...