I walked from the big house to the villas <br />In the cool of the late tuscan night <br />I smelt wheat grass and orange blossom <br />I heard owls and night birds <br />And rustling in the grass <br />I saw twinkling lights on distant hills <br />I felt a thousand years press against my throat <br />I took the shy silence <br />Deep into my mouth and ate it <br />I sensed the dust of a summer night <br />Felt it envelop and Tusconise me <br />And I wished I could have remained <br />In this cool scented darkness <br />Far away from the conversations <br />That these days I am forced to have <br />I would have liked to have turned <br />Purposely off this road <br />Plunged straight into that thicket <br />And become a wild boar, a springing deer <br />Maybe a rabbit or jumping hare <br />With beautifully less to think of <br />Alas up ahead lay my reception <br />And I braced, sucking in the last of the air <br />And spat <br />Into the night dust.<br /><br />Geoffrey Fafard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-evening-walk-in-tuscany/
