familiarity;with the cold breeze brushing against your hair,
hands buried in the depths of your pockets.
the green building, white stripes, grey road, icy blue of the wind.
a honk, footsteps, cling clang of a metal bin cover, a bird:
the yawn of an awakening town.
the scent of Body Shop aqua lily filling your nostrils,
uplifting spirits.
left, right, left,
and cross.
i miss days in Italy.
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