poems

Rain in Poci

Having lived in many climates,

I’ve seen how it can rain;

But then I came to Tuscany,

The bottom of the drain!

 

Someone pulled the plug up there,

And let the water flow,

To cascade down the hillsides

Wherever it could go.

 

To fill up ditches and the roads

And raise the river’s height,

With thunderstorms and lightning

During daytime or at night.

 

To knock out all the power,

Wash out phone connections, too,

Giving Duilio and Dieter

More than enough to do.

 

To put things back in order —

Water, light and heat,

And the telephone connected

To make it all complete.

 

Eventually, when all is solved,

And when the work is done,

We all salute the winners,

And the final victory won!

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