by Josephine Zell
RIDING THE BUS IN CAMPANIA
Red tile roofs and brown stone castles
Solid against a blue gauze sky
Rise above tranquil yellow wheatfields
And rich black earth that stops the eye.
Stencilled under brooding mountains
Is a city gleaming in the sun;
Towers, campanili, undistinguished
Homes where life ends as it was begun.
Emerald umbrella pines
In two straight lines shade a painter's road,
But we're swept along by oleanders
For miles of flowers, white and rose.
-Originally appeared in Neovictorian/Cochlea,
Vol. IX No.2, Spring-Summer 2006; (I) from
FOUR POEMS FROM AN ITALIAN JOURNEY