Nutty

Pine nuts May remind you Of Pesto, They rewind Me to Rome. Eternal blue skies Soccer games Lemon and fragola ice creams The Vatican, A city once called home. My neighbor Giorgio We met at the park Initial sign language Kicked the ball then till dark. Skinny tall Pine trees Peaked green Monte Mario hills Surrounding fresh perfume, Throughout historic stills. Intrepid pastime Was climbing Slim trunks Stealing trees pine cones, Then eating pine nuts. All empty hollow cones Water colored each husk Rainbow like painted, Bringing sunshine To Christmas dusk. Memories brought back With each little bite Earthy tiny small pieces Remembers me Rome In each pine nut.