On Villa Silla,
In Scanno, the low and narrow street
Has a quiet outdoor cafe with tables
Covered in yellow tablecloths.
One man dines alone
Next to and under purple
Red and pink flowers.
Gorgeous proud balconies are
Set into buildings with old grey
Chipped and broken stone.
A little store down the path displays
Colorful children's clocks:
Bunnies and elephants and angels
Designed to make the children laugh.
From another high window, freshly washed
Towels hang and down below mothers
Gather to talk and soon walk with their babies.
Flower pots sit on small steps,
Leading up to a home where another woman
Is standing above the street looking down
From a wide open window near a bird feed
And she too is hanging the wash out to dry.
And then nothing moves and all is frozen.
Only the wash; the wash flying in front of that
Large foreboding mountain under a crisp
And clear blue and white sky.
© 2010 Marjorie Levine