Saturday Evening Brooke Bergin ‘23
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way from home, venturing down the cobblestone street. What were we looking for? Pasta and bread? Chocolate and milk? We saw a family with large gelato cones, Foreign words and flowerpots. Curls of glowing lanterns. No one in a rush-Saturday evening in Rome. Then the rain found us, pouring down on The cobblestone street. Filling the cracks. Forming puddles. We exchanged eight Euros for a slick umbrella. We still got wet. Saturday evening in Rome.
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We returned together, climbing the staircase to our rental apartment. We found siblings licking large gelato cones. We found board books illustrated in a language of foreign words. We found newly blossomed buds In flowerpots. We lined our groceries on the counters: Pasta and bread and chocolate and milk. The storm outside turned to patters of rain on the roof. Saturday evening at home.
Mary Kate Torpey ‘21 Crawling in My Skin Acrylic on Canvas
