It was Palm Sunday, still early -
The mazy alleys of Trastevere had been empty -
Windows were still shuttered, osterias yet to open -
Wallace had dribbled his Roma Lazio football down the Vicolo dei Panieri -
We'd had coffees and pancakes in the Bar Meccanismo -
Plane trees lined the banks of the river -
Noble bridges spanned the slow moving current -
An opulent Lancia swept past us -
There were villas, silent gardens behind railings -
Dark reefs of apartments -
A pasticceria just opening its doors -
Two winged victories guarded the Ponte Vittorio Emanuele II -
Pilgrims were gathering near the Castel Sant'Angelo -
In the Via della Conciliazione, we were given cuttings from an olive tree -
I remembered being thirteen -
Learning my catechism -
The confirmation lessons in the church hall -
Who made me - God made me -
The joyous poignant mystery of this day -
Rome
April 2025
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