I walk down narrow streets
in my dream
passing strangers who resemble people
of my youth
the faces so familar
it is as if my uncles/aunts are here
huddled in conversation
politics and sports
though the talk here is of football
not the Brooklyn Dodgers
our hearts broken with each loss
our hearts bouyant with each win
and those damned Republicans
on the loose again
here the talk is of a loss of freedom
the high rate of taxes
what to eat for dinner
and time to drink one’s coffee in peace
the shrugs of shoulders
the helpless hand gestures
I know this world
so far from my own
and yet is my own
it is like looking
in a mirror
I have not felt so Italian
until I walked these streets
of Naples
my name not so musical
until I heard it here
I have not felt so at home
until I closed my eyes
and took in the scent from restaurants
in the air
of these streets
here
in my dreams
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Leonard Durso 
It’s amazing how a city can charm your heart.
Yes. It’s been over a month since I’ve been there but I keep slipping back in my head.
Of course I slip back to LA, too, but for different reasons.
Good to see some of your own work appearing again, among the Masters…
Thanks. I’ve been spending more time on my prose and lately been somewhat distracted by changes soon to occur here in my life which might be why I’ve been dreaming of Naples again.
Life does intrude, no?
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Ah, Bella Napoli. I have many fond memories of my time there, too.
It’s my favorite Italian city with Salerno coming in second and very close by train.
I lived there for three years as a kid. Fell in love with it the minute we arrived, and never wanted to return to the states.
I can certainly understand why.
nostalgic
True, true, true.