Meditation — Palermo

Remember when
we you took me skipping
on the clouds
above Palermo.
That day
your dress
nearly got caught
in the antennas
as you jumped
from rooftop
to red rooftop.
Then we stopped
to catch our breath
in the distance
church bells
burst into the wind.
It was a wedding.

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