{"id":81182,"date":"2016-10-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=81182"},"modified":"2016-10-17T12:21:59","modified_gmt":"2016-10-17T11:21:59","slug":"farewell-to-florence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2016\/10\/farewell-to-florence\/","title":{"rendered":"Farewell to Florence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/emanuel-garcia.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-81513\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/emanuel-garcia-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"emanuel-garcia\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>I left a jacket<br \/>\nPurposefully<br \/>\nAt the Piazza della Signoria<\/p>\n<p>Not because it was a little short in the arms<br \/>\nOr overworn, or because its pockets<br \/>\nTangled up the things I placed in them<br \/>\nWith shredded fabric decades old that<br \/>\nMade it hard to extricate what I consigned<\/p>\n<p>Nor because it wasn\u2019t handsome<br \/>\nOr had ceased to be a bulwark to a biting wind<\/p>\n<p>Least of all because of style<br \/>\nWhich, when I bought it,<br \/>\nHad the stamp of \u2018modern\u2019 timelessness,<br \/>\nSo I was told<\/p>\n<p>This jacket \u2013 it was a gentle brown,<br \/>\nSoft, but not too delicate,<br \/>\nA skin whose sacrifice was compensated<br \/>\nBy the care and skill it took<br \/>\nTo make it lendable to me<\/p>\n<p>And as a second skin it helped<br \/>\nTo get me through a lot of<br \/>\nWeathering<\/p>\n<p>The moment of its purchase<br \/>\nWas a happy one, as moments go<\/p>\n<p>But, you see,<br \/>\nThe thing about moments<br \/>\nIs that they\u2019re surrounded by a<br \/>\nFore and aft, embedded in<br \/>\nSome kind of pool that stretches<br \/>\nEverywhere until it\u2019s time to sink<\/p>\n<p>It was the endless stream of youth at the piazza,<br \/>\nThe fusillade of dreams under<br \/>\nThe gaze of Perseus the other day<br \/>\nThat made me wonder not<br \/>\nHow innocence becomes a<br \/>\nMurderer or thief, but worse,<br \/>\nA pillar of the state<\/p>\n<p>I watched these happy ghosts<br \/>\nWho knew bright promises could lie in wait,<br \/>\nExperts in hope and, in their<br \/>\nNecessary selfishness, the truth<br \/>\nAbout what it should mean<br \/>\nTo be alive<br \/>\nDespite immortal worms of grief<br \/>\nThat crawl inside a heart and<br \/>\nSometimes stir when least anticipated \u2013<\/p>\n<p><em>That<\/em> they could take, and<br \/>\nBroken loves and the incessant<br \/>\nEffort to be understood<br \/>\nWith language laying siege and<br \/>\nTaking prisoners of every word<\/p>\n<p><em>That<\/em>, I\u2019m convinced, they could endure<\/p>\n<p>Until they reached a line<\/p>\n<p>Or was it more a mien,<br \/>\nA mask of crusted blood that<br \/>\nThickly grew with every new recruit<br \/>\nWho fell upon the easy side of power<br \/>\nAnd stayed \u2013<br \/>\nThe face of how things had to be \u2013<br \/>\nForgetting who they were or<br \/>\nWho they might have been?<\/p>\n<p>I prayed for more to make the harder choice<\/p>\n<p>And got the thought<br \/>\nTo leave my jacket,<br \/>\nLate at night,<br \/>\nUpon the shoulder of an ancient<br \/>\nBut decided it was better fitting<br \/>\nAt his feet: it still had use, and<br \/>\nLittle history to burden<br \/>\nThe discoverer<\/p>\n<p>I bought myself another on a whim,<br \/>\nPartly to celebrate, partly to rejoice<br \/>\nBecause it wasn\u2019t out of need<\/p>\n<p>And I could face Medusa\u2019s face<br \/>\nThis time with levity<\/p>\n<p>___________________________________<\/p>\n<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Sojourns-Emanuel-E-Garcia\/dp\/1500759287\/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1412978449&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=garcia+sojourns\" >Sojourns<\/a><em>,\u00a0<\/em><em>2014\u00a0<a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.emanuelegarcia.com\/home\/sojourns\/farewell-to-florence\" >emanuelegarcia.com<\/a><\/em> &#8211; <em>Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at <\/em><a href=\"mailto:emanuelegarcia@gmail.com\"><em>emanuelegarcia@gmail.com<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I left a jacket<br \/>\nPurposefully<br \/>\nAt the Piazza della Signoria<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-81182","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81182","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=81182"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81182\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}