Antecedents

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The cobblestone steps

lay bare in fluid echoes

of the men who in antiquity

poured a base of enlightenment

from the wills of their fathers.

And as I turn a corner

descending those same steps

the incarnadine sky increases

with the same dreams and drive

that I hope my sons will have.

Based on thoughts from Italy. Written afterwards.