I'm including here the first few lines of a great poem published by Gillian Nevers. I'm not including all of it because I'd rather you visited the poetry webzine where they are published (http://www.oakbendreview.com/poetrypage.htm). I want to support Gillian's poetry AND the webzine.
ANCIENT HISTORY
It’s raining again and Rome is on my mind
and August and the way heat burst from
the pavement and how the air turned heavy.
We climbed the grand stairway, crossed the square
to the overlook and leaning against the rough wall
watched tourists mill through the ruins below.
(the resti of this poem can be read here: http://www.oakbendreview.com/poetrypage.htm
