Avery

By a train last night, I swore faithfully , no more just the sights, travelling to Naples, the train rocks me gently, it says everything's OK, we talk of a writer, called Andrea Camilleri, you kiss me quietly, stars know when they're made, glamorous, perfect, serene, it makes me scared, images best taken in light, show what others don't see, why so many have cried, look at how they sway, the poor on the streets, begging at St Anthony's quay. bless Saint Philip Neri.