8pm light it is the last days in rome it is the last days of summer it is after rain tranquil air red clouded freshness where window street yello resplendent where everything is illuminated construction towers stand still above and below buzzing humm of wheels on wet and feet patting and the smells of kitchens wafting.

all is new
eggs frying in front tomatoes peeled on the side cats brushing against dirt and nostrils flaring like a
newborn i am
pregnant with images
today there is only today
and it is full
and omniscient