Original Work Week One

This piece is based on something I read the other day in the book Deep Travel a poem by Rita Dove called Ta Ta Cha Cha. I riffed the line "sunk in a bowl of sky/ trimmed with marbled statuary."

Outside the Colosseum, sunk in a bowl of sky trimmed with marbled statuary
of the Forum, children clutch tickets for a day inside and mothers
grasp their purses instead of children.
My mother sends emails in a wifi-less zone, playing
Skype jockey throughout the day. Why focus on conversations
with parents, when there's a labyrinth of language.
I snap a picture, delete. Beauty of Roma incapturable,
inescapable.
In Cafe Vincenzo, Katy Perry plays against Graduation music and Jazz,
juxaposition like graffiti on a wall from 313 B.C. or blue
and white parakeets in a PetsMart cage in front of Hotel Clitunno and a pre 1700 church.
Church bells clang in the distance, and the nuns walk for a slice of pizza off Piazza Garibaldi,
staring at my jeans and hotel soap shampooed hair. They're painting the Sistine Chapel
and I'm the Pope.