Roman Holiday

Rome will always be here
eternal, imperishable
unlike fresh fruit or cheeses
or the days of our lives.

The dank catacombs
the Colosseum, Appian way or
that monastery of the cloistered ones
where bastards were abandoned by shamed mothers.

Or that hill near the Tiber
a landfill of wine bottles; trash
the ancients left us to gush over
and show us that they lived.

But after spaghetti with clams
and sea bass,
wine and grappa
stuffed mushrooms and gelato

I am seated at Caffe Greco
an ancient Roman coffee house
a piano that Rossini played
where Goethe scribbled poetry.

Having wolfed down
fried cod a la Romana
tortellini and vino rustico
one can excuse me
for passing on the dank, the history and the ruins

They’re not going anywhere
the polished marble and stone walls;
I’m young after all, in the Spring of life
and tomorrow is another day.


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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7 Responses to Roman Holiday

  1. beetleypete says:

    Nice indeed, Frank. I loved Rome. I vote it the ‘Least Disappointing’ tourist destination I have ever visited. It exceeded my wildest dreams. I had my 50th birthday meal in this lovely restaurant.
    Seventeen years later, it feels like a lifetime ago. 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. Jennie says:

    Lovely, Frank!

    Liked by 1 person

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