By: A.D. Winans
I see her two three times a week sitting on the balcony when weather permits here in old Italy town in what is left of North Beach her robe slightly parted thumbing through the pages of a book taking no notice of the people down below standing to stretch, she yawns legs like sturdy pillars that stretch to reach the sky into the boundaries of my mind my eyes begging to read the pages she turns with sensual fingers wanting just one quick look one intimate journey into the pages into the space between the parting of her robe a journey to forbidden places a flight back in time to another place another world high on a balcony where I too ignore the people coming and going down below
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