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Trevi Fountain
(Pallazo Poli)
Remember how the chuckling water fell
on marbled stones and horses galloping,
the coins we tossed behind us in a spell
of wonderment like pearls thrown from a string?
Recall the ripples that we made that day
and how they ran together, flowing out
and out forever. People stopped to pray
at Trevi Fountain -- children ran about.
I saw your eyes, they pooled with joy and fear,
and in them shone the sunny hills of Rome
reflected from a half-reluctant tear,
its journey nearly ended. Going home
we saw three roads and took the higher one
that springs toward the everlasting sun.
~Anne Bryant-Hamon
Anne's poems have appeared in print and on the internet. She lives in Florida with her husband and their four children. Email.
© 1999 by Anne Bryant-Hamon. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.