September 7, 2018
Photo by Sandra Delzotti
Up the Hill
A Poem by Melanie Black
We climbed rabbit paths
to the tiny amphitheatre
surrounded by little marble gods —
Pan, Daphne, Bacchus, and Diane
posed with blind eyes.
The wind brought scents of pine
And sea air. Between the cyprus, we
saw the blue line and the white
triangle sails facing West.
We ran about shooting pretend
arrows through each other’s
hearts and lay across the stone
steps faking death, and rose
into the air toward the fluffy white
shrouded clouds, reborn anew.