Florentine Mosaic

Mosaico Fiorentino

Fragments like colored glass

Segmented memories

Names of streets
Distant ricordi

In a flash
my thoughts translate into Florentine tongue

Connecting chards of glass
like dots on a page
my memory comes into focus

An old mosaic completes itself

As I stay with the names
new memories insist on arriving

Your dome peeks through your ancient strade

Like the chords of Bob Dylan played as a fourteen year old
comes from distant vie in my brain
Dots connect
and Don’t Think Twice surfaces