In Tuscany Outside the duomo, pigeons peck at the rice Friends and family threw at the newlyweds, Who, on their honeymoon, are having Their first fight since becoming betrothed, A gleeful, exhilarating fight that later Tonight will crumble into lovemaking. An hour ago, a man everyone is kind to, Who never learned to read or write, Blew all the candles out and closed The massive doors.
I love how this poem takes me back to the streets of Florence. Not sure if that's the Duomo you describe here, but for me, it feels like there.
Lovely poem, great story telling.