A windowless wooden door
with hand-hewn lintel, stone,
a window as wide and half as tall,
above, ivy curtained,
the silent portal framed,
a seldom entry
at the end of a gravel path
scrunching each approaching step,
neither discloses nor invites
one to knock or inquire;
the door and window and foliage
impose such as to hide
building or dwelling
of which they are all one.
And I to Italy
to see if 'round the back
a garden needs a tender,
or an olive needs cicadae
to sing it's present there,
or sit-admire fruit awaiting.
