Sicily is....
An ancient hunk of rock brooding in the sea, Two young boys roller skating down the street at midnight, hand in hand on light-up wheels, A warren of tiny streets always one side in sun, one in shadow, Gelato melting faster than you can lick it, Central Oregon with crumbling stone houses and olive groves, Stone troughs full of cool spring water in the delves of the hills, Old women in bikinis standing placidly in the placid ocean, Families eating dinner at ten pm outside on their patios, Bats and swallows swooping at dusk, Cicadas making a happy racket, Sun-brown little girls in bathing suit bottoms, Huge water melons so ripe they crack when the knife goes in, Liquid gold sunset on the black waves, Skinny, skinny cats with loud meows, Crumbling cement walls, Bags of garbage on the highways, Drooping cactus pears, Tumbled smooth marble white stones at the bottom of transparent water, so salty and clear, Fireworks in the middle of sweltering nights,