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Where is Gorbio?

Morning spent where the sky
goes up to heaven.

First a ship drifts by, then
a dragon, then Jesus beckoning

from a doorway. His donkey's
tethered to a tree below the castle

at the edge of the medieval garden.
Down into blossom with our swords

and arrows. Children lost
to the trees. Home through lilac—

thyme in our pockets,
a crumpled moth.