The final Haiku Sunday before our departure tomorrow. I am in the midst of packing and could not help but play these memories of my beloved Rome for you guys today. I look forward to your comments as I fill the camera bag and suitcases for our big return to Italy. Happy Haiku Sunday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What are you looking

at, she thought as she lit her

smoke. Get out my face!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This aint no postcard

no animals were harmed in

making this film

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Young lust publicly

viewed by many to be too much

isn't it better to touch?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

excuse me sir, said

the server as he floated

about the diner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a walk along roads

much older than most reveals

so little about man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Athena always hates

the last hour before bedtime

she sometimes cries alone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dante often tires

of hearing so much latin and greek

this is Italy damnit!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wedding cake icing

never tastes very good nor

makes one feel sated

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

eyes have a way of

telling stories that perhaps

even the mind does not

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A warm night stroll is

the impetus for choosing

this image of the Tiber

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Roman eyes are

smiling all the world is

subjugated

Marion, how do

you suppose these little men

drive these teeny cars?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

she laid flowers at

the foot of the dead world just

before her night prayers