A final toast,
to the buzzing summer
spent strolling cobblestones,
admiring religiosity-soaked oeuvre
in stone, marble and pigment.
The affect, impression upon my eyes,
my heart, lies further to this soul’s
understanding of the grater humanity,
rather than doctrine, dogma.
No matter, here, having
emptied my glass, perhaps
another before ending the evening.
Allow the sublime images, aromas, flavors
imbue my long-term memory; for
instant recall, a tool of repose, possibly
escape from the mundane, the everday.
photos and poem (c) DC Lessoway