La Passeggiata
In my new Sunday's best, I want you to observe me do the subtle hand sway as I walk along the bulb-lit alleys. I want your eyes to pursue me. In my new leather stilettos, I want you to anticipate me do the lightest steps as I near the historic center. I want your gaze to trail me. In my newly bought scent, I want you to witness me do the gentlest stroll along the streets of this old Italian town. I want your mind to follow me. With my hand-held gelato, I want your buds to share it with me while we do the laziest strides together towards the piazza. Come quick, keep up with me. Gerlie M. Uy Copyright 2015. *This poem is inspired after reading Under the Tuscan Sky and It happened in Italy . Click on the links to check out my reviews on this book.