we were standing on the steps of the palace

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We were standing on the steps of the palace
Feeling lost like Wonderland’s Alice.
Chasing the white rabbit up to a hill to the base of a tree.

The rain was pouring on us in torrents,
As we goggled at the skyline of Florence
Watching Il Duomo floating slow-mo on a rooftop sea.

We put off buying tickets to Rome.
To promenade in this overblown home.
The Tuscan sun warming our worn out bones.

We were skipping through the Boboli Gardens
Tripping tourists up and begging their pardon.
When all of a sudden we discovered a statue of a crumbling head.

Bacchus waved from the back of a tortoise.
Perseus burst from the lake on his horse. “Isn’t
Neptune the one having all of the fun in the fountain?” you said.

All the gods were in the gardens that night.
Watching us: two lovers in flight.
Peeking over hedges, making sure we were alright.

The river looked smooth as a mirror.
We couldn’t see the arched bridge any clearer,
With it’s bulging shops looking ready to drop right off the side.

A neon sign lit a statue of Jesus.
Mother Mary figures tried to appease us.
All of the names on the gilded frames had us feeling fried. 

So we collapsed on the palace steps.
Wondering what’s in store for us next.
When white rabbit disappeared into his hole on the hill.

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