bunism
Sitting at the Trevi fountain in Rome.
Anonymous for once amid the crowds.
In this city my fame is known only to a few.
Enjoying the play of water over statuary in the shadow of the magnificent palace of the Corsinis.
My mobile phone beeps.
It is a text from the United States of America.
"Jamie, there's a book in one of those suitcases I need you to send me urgently. Love, Annie."
I switch off the phone.
It will stay off for the next two days.
Anonymous for once amid the crowds.
In this city my fame is known only to a few.
Enjoying the play of water over statuary in the shadow of the magnificent palace of the Corsinis.
My mobile phone beeps.
It is a text from the United States of America.
"Jamie, there's a book in one of those suitcases I need you to send me urgently. Love, Annie."
I switch off the phone.
It will stay off for the next two days.
posted by heelers | 2:02 AM
1 Comments:
James you little tinker! Sometimes I think you have a whole secret life that we know nothing about ;)
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