Memory #2

On a rooftop in Florence, I sat at a bar with friends and we struck up a conversation with some British dudes sitting next to us. One of the guys shared with me that when he was younger he would read books under his covers with a torch on his shoulder. Torch meaning a flashlight. I laughed so many times after that trip thinking about this torch. After sitting at the bar for a while, we all moved to sit by the swimming pool. I tried to take in my surroundings as I best I could that evening, knowing how special my surroundings were. Later on, I wrote a poem about liquid flecked with gold, manicured hands, terracotta & hills holding olive trees.