The city seeps
with wails of singing, cries
of one glass upon another.
Inner ear ringing with the engine hum
Of vehicles and mother tongue.
Such is the sigh, the rush of breath
Following cobblestone swells of intake-
Olive oil fingertips and corners of mouths,
Sun- caressed, vino-soaked for our own sake-
Are we weighty of heart, weary for home?
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
The city seeps
with wails of singing, cries
of one glass upon another.
Inner ear ringing with the engine hum
Of vehicles and mother tongue.
Such is the sigh, the rush of breath
Following cobblestone swells of intake-
Olive oil fingertips and corners of mouths,
Sun- caressed, vino-soaked for our own sake-
Are we weighty of heart, weary for home?