At the Caffe Tropea

The gentle mafioso crafted my cappuccino -

I gazed out, across the square -

The plane trees were still in leaf -

Sunlight fell upon the turrets of the opulent terracotta hotel -

The fountain in the middle of the square cast a wavering shadow -

Three beautiful Japanese girls wheeled their pristine suitcases along the path -

I remembered revising for my finals in this green square -

Reading, sitting cross legged, on the warm grass -

Wearing my body like a careless shirt -


Tuesday 8 October 2019

Caffe Tropea
Russell Square
London