I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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18 October 2014


(Discovered by a random click)

Percile is a district
in the Province of Rome
with calm, rectangular buildings
and rounded trees.

The spot on the map
is halfway up 
the boot that is Italy,
round about the knee.

I went to Florence
and was charmed,
to Venice and fell in love —
the bridges, the art, the water!

Rome remains only
maps and pictures
films and stories. Now
I know it’s a Province too.

More than a city,
it includes the city.
The districts are comuni.
Percile is a comune.

Eternal City, forever without me,
nevertheless may you thrive.
Unknown Percile, may you be
a happy community.

31 Poems in 31 Days (Poewar / Writer's Resource Center). Prompt:  A 'wild assignment' — click Wikipedia's random link to find inspiration.

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