~ Trevi Fountain ~
on marbled stones and horses galloping,
the coins we tossed behind us in a spell
of wonderment, like pearls thrown from a string?
Recall the ripples that we made that day
and how they ran together, flowing out
and out forever. People stopped to pray
at Trevi Fountain -- children ran about.
I saw your eyes, they pooled with joy and fear,
and in them shone the sunny hills of Rome
reflected from a half-reluctant tear,
its journey nearly ended. Going home
we saw three roads and took the highest one
that springs toward the Everlasting Son.
Anne Bryant-Hamon
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