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…
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Leonard Durso 
What a wondrous dream
Thanks. It certainly makes me wake with a smile.
I can understand why
I’m glad we have this in common.
🙂 xx
This is one of my favorites. I’m returning to Naples this fall for holiday.
Actually I’ll be going back there myself for my birthday this year again.
i like this dream – in Naples – , you’re such a lucky man having not dreamed of nightmares! Advance Happy birthday,zdunno03 ! cheers!
Thank you again. Dreams like that are much preferred.