In the station at Rapallo
The oranges blaze in the orange trees,
And twelve squat palms
Line the northbound track .

Did he notice? Our mad maestro, 
Our teacher, betrayer, conveyor 
Of silence and the Troubadour aesthetic?

Did he point out? Put the oranges
And the twelve squat palms in a poem?
Did they slip somewhere into the cantos?

I think not. The train pulls out
Of Rapallo towards taller palm trees,
And the bay that Imke says
Looks like a carpet.

And Hanon points out that here
Columbus watched the ships
Disappear under the horizon

Changing the shape of the would
Till it was round like the oranges
In the station of Rapallo,
Of which, I don’t believe the poet wrote.