All we need is some Chianti
and I’m checking the mileage
like there’s a truck stop up ahead
a place to fill up on fuel and wine.
Only we’re walking here.
We’re walking, and we’re talking
like it’s 1999, Y2K didn’t happen,
and guess what else didn’t:
You got it:
no wine,
no trucks,
no lines,
but I did get a few lady slippers and fava beans
from the Azores. Go ahead—look it up. I’ll wait.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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