My poem at Silver Birch Press today
A Wander in Roma
by Carol A. Stephen
These soles have sweltered in unforgiving sandals as we wandered
streets of an August Rome, stood outside the Colosseum, paced
patterns on Capitoline Hill, then thankful to ride the street car
from Piazza Venezia to the Spanish Steps. Happy too, for
running shoes from Seoul in a Roman shop, that cushioned bunions
as they complained with every step on St. Peter’s marble floors.
PHOTO: The Spanish Steps, Rome, Italy, by Neirfy, used by permission.
EDITOR’S NOTE: The Spanish Steps in Rome, Italy, climb a steep slope between the Piazza di Spagna at the base and Piazza Trinità dei Monti, dominated by the Trinità dei Monti Church at the top. Designed by architects Francesco de Sanctis and Alessandro Specchi, the stairway of 135 steps was built in 1723–1725 . (Source: Wikipedia)
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You captured the tourist’s “lot” so well, Carol! I love the irony of the conclusion: I can hear the lament of your soles on the marble floor!
I still remember how my feet felt that day! Thanks.