Gypsies
I ate gelato in Firenze
in the shadow of a cathedral
whose name I could not recall.
And gypsies, their wide skirts spread before them,
begged in Italian, words I did not know.
But what was I to do --
I did not understand their voices
and they did not recognize my hair
as their own.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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