Source: https://ecobnb.com/blog/2018/12/unusual-florence-river-arno/

Elegy for Luigi

The moon closed when he woke

during a silent italian slumber

in a Renaissance palace

compared to his Florida chambers.

A dining room table

silk chairs for beloveds

on their way. Lou rests

next to a lavish door

and a balcony across.

He thinks about his last

clean and jerk, with five plates

on each side. Roaring spectators

jumping off their seats.

To rest his hands upon the monolith

balcony railing. Golden sky raises

to a drifting gondola under the brick bridge

crossing Arno. The gondolier trades waves

and Lou sits to fill his chalice.

A meatball scent flows under

mixing with the Marlboro Reds

between his rigatoni fingers.

He finishes his Lemoncello

after Marlena calls for dinner.

The waking dawn brightens my empty

chair, from the fenestra

that enlightens an angel sitting upon the

lavish door and cracks it open.

Let that be you peering opposite

of my door in our Florida town

Luigi. Gabriel or Apollo

will tell you how

I’ve grown. Hearing from you is futile.

© 2020 Sebastian Chipoco