Sights in Firenze

Mali Delargy

I see a man

Cowered over an organ

He roots out the itch.

Across the square

I see him

Pretending we are apart.

One time,

A family crowded

An unknown spectacle.

The same day we saw

The three snails

After it rained.

Walking,

Cross the man who

Takes his leg off to sleep

Eyes closed.

I think

I was your waiter.

then

a magnificence of birds,

An orgy, stopping to

catch breath.

I think

we are 

thermodynamic objects

and I am surprised

We know we are together

Photo by Mali Delargy