A Young Oscar Homolka
A Young Oscar Homolka walks up the street,
I may be the only one left who remembers
the old Oscar Homolka.
At the market three Italian women
in dress-up black, the older the woman,
the higher the heel.
Four flights up
to Puccini’s birthplace.
I climb one, then half
of the second – turn around.
Out in the street,
a handsome young
delivery boy walks by
whistling “Nessun Dorma”
on key, accurate,
with a beautiful tone.
by Nils Peterson
from Notes From Lucca