Rome existed only

so that on the hottest day

of July

A woman in flip flops

made from the thinnest leather of a python

could soak her feet in the fountain

at the Spanish Square.

The fountain was hurling itself at the boat

Musings on navigation--

for the novel

about sea sickness

Eyes of the men--

at the cameras

And hers--

at the black and white photograph

above my

writing desk