Open mind sets welcome creativity inside.
Closed minds are on a trap like the Staten Island Expressway on any give day.
A new language, new religion, a song in two different languages crosses boundaries not barricaded in prejudices.
We are never too old to learn something new, open a book be embraced by cultures. Discover something, someone different from ourselves.
My Junior High crush had me fall in love with Italy. Napoledons with big Roman noses.
Thirty-five years later I still think of Frankie. Whenever Italian is spoken, tomato sauce fragrances Sunday morning air, gentle kisses on my cheek in hellos, olive skin dark and smooth with almond shaped eyes.
This book opened me and never collected dust on life’s shelf.
Here’s to the sunny love from our youth that leads us to memories so tangible and fresh despite the long years. Your poem came alive for me, and the images became clearer the second time I read your words.
So glad my poem made you want to read through a second time ❤️❤️❤️❤️