Slow train from Siena
Slow train to Firenze
Do not go beyond
The yellow line
Ten times more emotional
Than a picture or a painting
How sweet the sounds
That saved a soul like me
Cypress lined roads turn and twist
To the villa on the hill
Also simple apartments, beside the railway
Behind the allotment gardens
Castelfiorentino, where fake windows
Are painted on the building walls
Where the poppies grow, alongside
The diesel covered, extruded steel rails
A place where the washing hangs
Beneath the open windows
Where the old factory rooftops
Are covered in grass
These are the slow times
Of the twenty-first century
Where a new kind of man is required
To kick off the next renaissance
