Miola, Puglia
June 2016
When you find the perfect place
And you’ve been searching your whole life long
There is a moment
This one under the pinos in a hummocky field cleared of rocks, the mura antica,
kissed by cool breezes that waft over us in the shade
from a pitiless sun, essential for the plants, the citrus and flowers,
so numerous that it would drain
the pen dry to put down.
And, yes, the breeze now stirs to a rustling wind, chases off the fly
And so keeps the promise of paradise found.
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