The sun italicizes a single flower
Leaning from cliffs above the sea
All that's left of Italy in Monterey
Such are the waves of its memory
Restored and blurred restored and blurred
A morning cafe's whispered words
The journey through a spring of woods
Lunch by a galloping stream
But these are not Ravenna's stones
Where that singular figure dreams
Held up and tossed by screaming gulls
Here on the other side of the world
With its emphasis on a persistent flower's
Eager shattering of clouds to blue
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