High on a balcony
overhanging Amalfi

we live & love
the summer away.

Poems creep
into books

paintings invade
pages.

I serenading you
with the only other Italian I know
an old nursery rhyme
which I, not knowing

the tune
sing to either

Santa Lucia
or
O Sole Mio.

“Farfallina...bella Bianca.
(Beautiful white butterfly)

Vola! Vola...mai si stanca.
(Flying...flying...without rest)

Gira qua...Gira la!
(Turning here...turning there)

Poi si resta sul balcon.
(then resting on the balcony) .

Dónall Dempsey

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