The house had arched windows and thick walls -
There was a courtyard like a deep well -
Tangled greenery, a square of sky -
A spiral staircase led upwards from the hallway -
Every morning, Sophie would open the door to the street with a delicate key -
All would be silent -
Wallace would kick his football past a drowsy waiter putting out chairs -
We would walk towards the river -
Sophie and I would eat almond croissants in the Bar Meccanismo -
The Japanese waitress would bring us coffee -
Wallace would ask for pancakes glorious with honey -
The patron with his hooded eyes woud smile his patron's smile -
Trastevere, Rome
April 2025
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