Poetry | Alone At Sunset In The Italian Port Town of Livorno

Red held the sky out.

For the whole of my

Final drop of of wine

Lay moments gifted from light,

Spread open softly,

Holding me firm,

In the crossed-arm

Lean of a doorway day

Ending in Livorno.

Port fire city of light and doorways!

My New World of century seconds,

Opening in the kiss of water against boats,

Closing in the Pisa-lean swing of old men

Behind high-tailed little dogs.

Moments split

By still silhouettes of

Containers on the horizon,

Driving this port city fast

Towards all gradual pink sky

Relief gifted beside water.