C'è il sole e tire vento al spiaggia
Practicing Italian on a raincoast beach.
Mi permetta che mi presenti? Dov'e la stazione?
As the waves crash and rumble on te rocky shores
the dolce words roll off my tongue.
I wonder if there is an Italian uomo
practicing his English
sipping a glass of prosecco
as I sip my tea?
Both of us looking westward at the setting sun
olive trees and cedars and sitkas at out backs.
Is he dreaming of towering trees and whales
as I dream of dolphins and vines?
The evening cool creeps in for both of us
under the Tuscan and Pacific skies
Dolce cantata of the Mediterranean and Salish Seas fill our dreams.
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