Frothy clouds swimming in br Eyebrowing the cresting hill br One last surge splintering br Like sheep fleeing wolves br just out of reach br br The Umbrian valley below br Stretching out in repose br As the waters flow br Che bella vista with a country pose. br far below my feet br br Walking the cobble stones br Treading upward an Assisi via br To view the Giotto Frescoes br Clouding the basilica walls of San Francisco br hard on my feet br br Poised on the step of her threshold br A young girl, another Giotto of five or six br Pencil and paper in hand’s hold br Sketches a figura, che bella vista br just beyond my reach br br For un momento between her pencil strokes br She looks up, we touch each other’s eyes. br I feel the warmth of those pastel hues. br Che bella vista, what a wonderful view br just within reach br br Those church wall frescoes have clouded since, br No longer framed in my memory, br Beyond the hill, beyond the valley, br Beyond the cobblestone street, br She opens her eyes and we still meet.