I lower the bill of my cap stop looking / thoughts ready to go / sit in this train that's as long as the journey - Mirkka Rekola

Two there on the beach / as close together as nostrils. / Calm sea day.

They speak their loud dialects, / Sicilians, Sardinians, / Calabrians, / they all have their own taverns. / At the other end of the alley, / on the other side / a quiet spot, / waiters and patrons at tables, / their faces, hairdos / out of Pompeii's frescoes. / Large eyes look at us, / the door does not open out, / it opens in.

One a child, one old / almost half a century apart // both / need my hand in this city