Last 2 days in Hvar

Working on a poem about Hvar, but totally stuck. Not un-inspired, just stuck. I want to include everything special about Hvar, but make it real, too.

Self-Portrait of Hvar

Church bells singing,

Ringing through the streets-

A new morning in Hvar.

Sunlight beaming,

White cliffs gleaming,

Blue sea sparkling.

Lavender scented breeze passes through town,

Stray dogs wander, nest in stone street corners

Hiding from the summer day.

Tourists slowly find their way, climbing stairs and following breadcrumbs down narrow alleys.

Old women plant themselves on the roadside, awaiting the next ferry’s passengers, their meal ticket.

Bleh bleh bleh fishing boats, bed bugs, beautiful flowers, homemade wine and fresh honey sold roadside, snaky roads curving around cliffs, abandoned vineyards set into the hills, yawn...

** We leave Hvar on Tuesday to ferry back to the mainland for Split, Croatia, then a 10 hour ferry that night to Ancona, Italy. From Ancona, we plan to ride to Rome! ITALY or BUST! :) **