I can’t remember how I met them. Or their names. They were college students abroad, like me. We rented bikes, toured the city and surrounding countryside. We visited the city square first, where the clocktower punctured the sky. Then we rode through narrow, winding streets until we reached open country—and a road lined with Cypress trees.
rest in the shade
reflections
in the river
Photo by Juliana
first published in Image Curve, September 17, 2020
for dVerse Poets’ OLN #274 (pubtended by Bjorn)
Frank J. Tassone 
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