A walk in Atrani by Ian Ernzer
stepped off the train, and saw you.
different smile, different place.
we walked along
the sun-washed white buildings, in the village.
I dragged my hand along a wall, slowly
listening to you
tell me how things have changed,
and how you've changed.
below, the water was aqua and tan from the sand.
I saw the rocks and reef—
extensions of the mountains' foundation,
we walked along.
leaving, we rode the train
through the steel-grey fishing village.
the sea was smooth.
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nice imagery. love trains. i love the last line "the sea was smooth" it's an eyecatching and unusual image that is slightly jaring. though the sea can be smooth at times, normally i think of it as rough or full of movement and action. the sea is often used as a metaphor for the unknown, uncertain, uncontrollable, even for women in poetry. just initial thoughts, but that image carries a lot of weight for me.
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