...amore sciocco

....

I get by with a little bit of help.

Let it be,...

moments of truth,

amazing delicacies,

the warmth of sunshine,

the unmistakable smell of the bay,

or,

distractions.

Still,

every morning

I rise to,

every corner

I turn about,

every afternoon

I sail through,

every shell

I bend down for,

every dusk

I salute to,...

a soft angst lingers on.

Sometimes

I like to call it

some soft angst,...

hence,

zest for life.

After all,

wouldn't you say

life

is a flavor to savor.

yeah?