Piazza Della Lepre

There’s a black door

in Piazza Della Lepre

with neoclassical figures.

The stairs lead up to a knocking shop,

at the very top.

The best in the city, oh what ceilings!

There’s no lift.

You must walk up the slate stairs. 

The stairs are steep.

Not everyone can:

heart seizure, ennui, brain softening

and some who do

never put their nose in the piazza again, 

extinguished – it would seem – by rapture.

Number 9, Piazza Della Lepre.

Books have been written

and songs have been sung.

Any man of that age

would have taken their pleasure there

back in the day.

They were young.

They didn’t walk up the stairs.

They – more or less – ran.