This is an imitation off of James Wright's "Ravenna (2)" translation.
Spoleto (2)
The children of Spoleto,
With their wide eyes and clinging hands,
Carry a backpack from school,
Filled with a history of hundreds of years.
The children of Spoleto
Laugh like they have a secret all their own:
Lost, dark. And when they cry, a murmuring
Coo sinks through the cracks of cobblestones.
The children of Spoleto play
Like animals: wild, yet content.
They whisper future's song without knowing
Words or tune.
The children of Spoleto age,
Slowly and quickly, they age into the shadows
And all they know is they're here
And won't ever leave.
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