It was Dominic Dominic (the third), American drinker laureate,
Who introduced me to timebombs one Florentine Friday.
We’d skipped Etruscology, shambled through piazzas:
Found David on duty, the Uffizi closed.
Art deco lamplight swam the chrome tabletops
As we struggled with abstracts, shuffled glasses, synapses.
It got late too early, dawn broke admonishing
We counted sixty-two opportunities
To never, not ever, do this again.