Tufa, its all tufa underfoot
and of course Mount Vesuvius stands beyond –
mist obscuring the upper slopes.
Cold rain, so unusual
falls and fills the pool in the courtyard
porphyry tiles, marble tiles
amplified and magnified under the water,
the amplitude of drops creating overlapping wave fronts
obscuring designs of little brown clams
and seashells from the shore,
where standing on a clear day
you can see the naval fleet with their proud prows,
linen sails undulating like the sea.
Tufa underfoot, rich black soil, green grass
Fine cobblestones on the boulevard
weeds are starting to fill a crack in a portico column.
The wine is sweet this morning,
the Epicureans laugh up the way.