On the Ponte Sisto

At three in the morning, I remembered Rome -

I'd walked with my darlings on the Ponte Sisto -

Crossing the river at night on a ribbon of stone - 

There were musicians - 

We heard their languid smoky jazz - 

Dark water flowed beneath us to Castel Sant'Angelo - 

Lamplight glimmered on the current - 

I wore my coat of years, woven from memory - 

Trastevere, Rome

April 2025