Italians love their fruited trees—those figs.
Umberto, nonno mio, introduced
A gathering young family of this stock...

A kid on a motorbike shows us the way.
The pensione is a backstreet dive:
from the bedroom, the view is rooftops,
a wedge of turquoise water, a scatter...

He blind-
folded me to hide
the house
he just bought...

When I was a little girl
Horses pulled the milk wagon and the
Fruits and vegetables wagon through the streets.

A place to live
           the grace
of "less is more"...