Campo, early afternoon

Early afternoon in Campo.
Piles of trash on the cobblestone, smashed tomatoes
and oranges. Artichoke leaves.
Street cleaners dragging wooden crates. A garbage truck
chomping leftovers.

Pidgeons zigzagging among sweeping brooms, fearless.
A seagull stares from the top
of Bruno's head.
Sitting at the tables, smoking cigarettes, sipping wine and coffee,
tourists playing a Roman holiday.

Late afternoon in Campo.
White clouds mirrored on windows and
Ape windshields,
blown nowere. Laughs, chats, exhales.
The piazza prepares for the night.