Terra Cotta

Naples perches in its own white washed stucco Brilliant white. It almost hurts the eyes. An irregular pitch of cliffs subsumed into terra cotta tiles Orangish-red like scales of some headless fish Arising from a rocky classic shore. This, like the first Ulyssess would see of dear Penelope. Her would-be suitors frothing like a sea. These roofing tiles, the faithful terra cotta hue. Not like the terra cotta Chinese warriors Who, though sculpted in a terra cotta clay, Stand immobile in a ghostly mummy dust. Colors have more to do with light Than material with which a thing is made.