Cats' hour in Aci Trezza

Seasalt on my body

Espresso in my veins

September sun of Sicily, no empty promises made

I sit here on the balcony

Sea view, first row, money cruising by in boats and

seagulls in the amber sky

I ponder if they're wondering why we don't just swim

People strolling up and down the road

red green blue collar white

shirts and shorts and flower dresses

they're looking at the world from behind dark windows

Ray Ban, Gucci, Bipa style

Nothing to prove

Everything to enjoy

A town so old during winter season

when even the card games lose their heat

and only the cats are as young as ever

Lazily sunbathing on the wall's outermost edge

Before they trot home to gourmet-caponata

and get their taste of Sicily

(Aci Trezza, 11.09.2022)