The four minutes of this love theme expand
to cover nineteen eighty-eight – a phrase
for winter, summer, a minim per month,
quavers for each morning we swung open
the sun-anointed shutters, and a sweet pause
for the sugar seller’s song below – Zucchero!

But life is live, as with this performance,
and no one filmed us walking down Via Roma,
no one recorded how the woman prayed
for grace on the steps of the Gesù, no one
framed in black and white our taxi climbing
Salita Raffadali on a one-way fare.
There would have been a bowl of lemons,
a curtain’s cinematic flap somewhere.