Alpi Village
the icepaned windows
my seat
at
the piccolo ristorante
pranzo of ravioli torino
glass of bianco vino
and the alpi
shrouded
forgotten
seeing how you could
walk the peaks all the way to
the himalayas
walk them anywhere
as the people
percorri i
passaggi
walking forth and back
all day
every year
century
millennia
hours
minutes
seconds
take me to anywhere but here.
back to then.
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