Hanging on the narrowing wall,

a Sicilian panorama drifts in browns-

vines clamber up an adobe mission;

clay pots in plenty a sign of bounty.


A solitary woman in mute blue and red carries one of them

along the foreground.

There’s no one else in the scene,

since the men are inside watching the game.


I think if she doesn’t hurry,

the vines will crack the ground beneath her feet,

and ensconce her as well;


lifted to God under the bronzing sun for eternity.


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