Casa Della Pasta

from a street
in Cartagena
stepping
suddenly

into a 

restaurant
so Italian
surely i was
in a time warp

for i

i was still
in Colombia but
fooled by the food
so authentico

and even

the wine was 
from Italy so
after paying
my bill

instead

of using
the usual
gracias i just 
had to say

grazie
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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