The mountains were sudden,
sharp edged,
a slicing reality I’d missed
in the dreamy haze
of the Po’s flatlands.
The sands were red-brown,
the sky a hard, dusty blue.
I’d dreamed of ancient pyramids,
and finding only new buildings
turned my thoughts back
to red poppies in green wheat.
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