Booksellers, Taormina

Just above the Cyclops Restaurant,

up stone steps smelling of eucalyptus,

broods the bookstore, breathing the decay

of tarnished roses pasted under the noon rain.

Inside, life is made of words . . .

–Excerpt from “Booksellers, Taormina” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Gradiva.

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