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Jun 19
What seemed like
a long ride of
growling diesel
on a slash of road

up an
unforgiving cliff

dissipated
once we gleaned
that ours
was not to battle

but rather
refer the caseΒ Β 
to a higher court

and now up here
in Taormina

the sky is clearly blue
the air so sweet and light

streets areΒ Β ruled with beyond
what we thought was gold

they're platinum

and the Cannolis

are to die for
Written by
Whit Howland
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