Friday, February 08, 2013


In 2010 having sailed
past Etna — peek-a-
boo mountain to
port we dock at
Messina and marvel
like blind men might
marvel experiencing
the texture of barbequed
steak yet never knowing
the raw meat which
preceded this point
in its history.  In
Taormina the view of
Etna is shrouded and
the Mediterranean azure
benign — nothing
happening here —
not right now.

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