Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The warmth of the sun of the Dominican Republic
Bathes the dark heart of Savonarola.
Each night dogs eagerly wait for their master’s walk,
They are greeted with a small snack and a friendly pat,
Or it becomes a pause on the way home from work,
The ever-present wine bottle has no bottom.
An oasis of smiles, moist with happiness and joy,
Spiced with panino, peanuts and jokes.
Children run the obstacle course around adults
Talking, smoking, drinking, communing.
When the sun is low in the sky and the days become shorter
She flies south, retreating to familiar beaches for the winter
They close the kiosk and remove the foosball game,
And the dark priest again reins over the piazza,
… until March.
William Padgett, 4 July 2004