dusk did come, one final night
the sky blew up with hues
red and orange like dynamite
touched the ocean’s blues
I’ll never forget the smell, that night
salt infused with lemon juice
like fruit fallen from the greatest height
Amalfi keeps my heart bruised
still, for all those Italian sights
the one I crave most isn’t new
no coastline or city could ever delight
me as much as my view of you
G. Z. Kieft 
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