Italian Memories

34 years after leaving Rome We track each other down By means of the Internet, Then catch up on the phone. School buddies Team mates, soccer fans. Tico asked about my father, “ Died” I said His too. We remembered them fondly The spicy crackers my Father tricked him To eat Still burn in Tico’s mind. Many memories were brought up, His sailor cap Watching whores at work From the privacy of my balcony More soccer facts… We’ve exchanged our wives and kids photos Our own, Promised to see each other again Keep in touch. I wonder if it’s a good idea, Why spoil better days Now that I have a hernia.