Tourists
We flow up and down the narrow streets
craning to see the crenellated tower
wide-eyed at marble striped facades.
Within the solid city wall
the throng of sightseerslowly ebbs.
The evening walk of well dressed citizens begins.
Mama, papa, baby,
three girls with linked arms eyeing the boys
who preen and prance in the nightly show.
We drive home to our cold stone tower
through the lovely countryside,
velvety green uneven hills
each with a tower and church
and a line of narrow cypresses marching to the door.
Lari Smith
Siena 4/95