Fellini in Florence
Sitting demurely at a cafè table
several young novice priests,
buttoned up in slim black cassocks
with wide-brimmed black hats
not so often seen nowadays.
Suddenly a child-kicked football
flew into the cathedral square.
A conspiratorial glance slid round the group
which as one jumped up to the call.
Twirling whirling, long skirts swirling,
tall supple elegant dervishes
but no trance this, an almost holy joy,
in lives which must be arduous.
Will they remember this special
carefree moment of communion
long years after youth has gone?