3 Wishes

The barman at the window
carved in brick near
the Trevi Fountain
poured me a Campari Spritz
before I had even seen Neptune
being guided by Triton.

All calm.
All choas.

A water source so ancient
I can barely comprehend
drinking from it.

My wishes gathered and
returned to Rome
– two coins for love –
one coin for relief
all collected to purify the water,
feed those in search of food.

A slight of the wrist for
romantic desires turned into
actual sustenance for
women and babies;
barefooted men giving
flowers to women for change
on the Spanish Steps.