sometimes, when we
are out on the terrace

or sneaking through
the bipolar streets, eerily
deserted at night
after days of gagging
with tourists,

we steal a peek
at the duomo.

tonight, though,
we knew
that such a
magnificent thing,

can not be real

can not exist for

or worse,
for the students
who pollute
this town

this town
who belonged to
such people as whose
greatness we cannot
even comprehend

it cannot also
belong to us