Soft rain fell -
I glimpsed noble bearded heads, heroic torsos -
A winged horse reared upwards -
Hooves pawed the air -
Water gushed over marble -
Wallace darted between the willowy Chinese girls -
He flung his coins into the basin of the fountain -
Deft, swift, sure -
He turned to face me, eyes shining -
Standing next to Sophie -
Both of them wet from the rain -
This moment in my heart -
My two darlings returning to the city -
The two coins forever falling, having known his hand -
Rome
April 2025
