Coming together somehow

The Piazza in Capri is a sad skeleton of what I knew back then

Poster Poems

A Month of Fundays

Slow As Molasses Press

Stephen C. Rose

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The Piazza in Capri

is a sad skeleton of what

I knew back then

when Harold and I would

meet there every evening

and talk

oh yes we talked

Now he is gone

and they charge six bucks

for a soda

It is almost

as if Urban

Outfitters

took over

with instructions to

kill