firenze day nineteen. october 19

the man feeding the birds from the bridge

yellow devils below and christ in blue at the center

five hundred steps of gray to a world of gold

firenze day eighteen. october 18

and i'm here but, whenever i close my eyes i'm under that white blanket

firenze day seventeen. october 17

a world of color in outer space, layers of metal flower petals containing skyscrapers of blue

the grayblue world of eggs and bones, behind old glass framed with old wood, only traces of red or yellow on the cheekbones of birds

jars of frogs in yellow water and joanna the iguana on the bottom shelf

the peacock's chest of blue, the only vibrance remaining among this display of the dead

collection of shells a la specola

firenze day sixteen. october 16

lost in fiesole 1

lost in fiesole 2, door 1

lost in fiesole 3, door 2

lost in fiesole 4

a claw and feather from the bird we ate, a book of poems, and opera from our fingers

firenze day fifteen. october 15

and down stairs to a house covered in red leaves that when you stand close and look up resemble those shelves of mushrooms on trees

a garden of silver dollars where the gypsies sleep

firenze day fourteen. october 14

the chair by the river on the way to Signa

nicco's cave

firenze day thirteen. october 13

the man almost fell from the wall of bushes into the sea of hills

the wall in fiesole all phathlo and ochre except for that spot that someone painted pink and blue

the walls with the golden moss, fiesole

firenze day twelve. october 12

the horse with the blue ears pulling the man around the park in a chariot

and it was big enough for me to run with my eyes closed.

took the advice of the man with the cigars that reminds me of Rick's friend from Casablanca "they grab Ungarte, then she walks in... well that's the way it goes. one in, one out."

the front of the house was being held up by trees that look like chandeliers by the red bridge a la cascine

firenze day eleven. october 11

cypresses dance with the statues on the hill

the cypress trees through a gate on the hill by the river

the house containing white heads growing out of stones and a bath of goldfish

felt the bells from the duomo ringing from my body and from everyone else walking by

new show: ECCO, 26 ottobre

firenze day ten. october 10-10-10

all the guys fish by the river on sunday

they feed the ducks at the end of the river

i missed the market, then i missed la messa

firenze day nine. october 9

the burning bush by the river

the leaves turn white

the man in love with his wife by the river

the man in pink that prays by the river

firenze day eight. october 8

rows of plants that grow over light bulbs by the river

right after the railroad bridge it used to say i love you in hot pink but, now it has faded

the river turned white

the garden outside the farm house where the boy was drumming off beat

afraid of the man who feeds the chickens at the end of the river

firenze day seven. october 7

for wil: chet baker sings in the morning by the river

that bowl of blue surrounding the stars in the valley

after lighting the candle at san miniato

the cypresses grow sideways in the river at night,

float on their backs like ophelia

firenze day six. october 6

when the train went over the river

the hills with wrinkles like walruses

the land of oz behind the boboli gardens