There was a 9 day isolation
Inconstancy of a Francesca soul.
Across the morning valley
Parthenon glowed.
Small room in a tired flat,
Wandered the balcony
Wine bottle grip
Statue of liberty disrobed,
Hot nights in Italy.
Half read books
Fresh bread, hunks of cheese.
There was a small bird who sang outside the window.
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