the Umbrian stairs with a Tuscan flair
street walkers are there
again on the sidewalk
the moon flickers upon their jewelry
by the water they dance
and take their time laughing
while a thief waits in hiding
for morning to come
he stole the moon’s necklace
and hopes to sell it
in the heat of afternoon
to a capitalist who gives
sermons on the water
while your daughters lay around all day
thinking about how
they have nothing left to live for