On Sunday Afternoons
Where mountains loom,
and trees turn yellow,
a pair of bare-armed girls bump on a bicycle,
two boys ignite firecrackers in the alley,
but sets of boats lie idle.
A window still hangs open to catch late breezes,
while another holds dried pepper.
In an old courtyard, a fifteenth-century fresco presides over an evening meal,
groups of excursionists wait for a steamer to ferry them home,
before mist accumulates.
Here, wandering these paths alone, I long for you.
A version of this photo essay was first published at Numéro Cinq Magazine with the title: Postcards from Italy: Lake Como (September 26, 2011)