Via Scarangella

via Scarangella – Tontto, Italy

Narrow street of ancient age
your memories are shining
your beauty still as new
though your stones were worn
well before she was ever born.

Your grace is of a young girl
twirling; pulling her hair
in endless motion; you do not repose
’till suddenly you grow still,
quiet as night envelopes stone.

Birds lower their voices
in their silent balconies
while you breathe and dream
new golden dreams of those who have left you
and those who still may go.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Via Scarangella

  1. beetleypete says:

    Nice memories of your ancestral home, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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