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It's What's For Dinner(Lights up dining room setting, an empty table with no place settings and 4 chairs. A cabinet filled with plates, napkins and silverware stands against the back wall. Enter FATHER, a man in his mid-40s, in three-piece suit.)
FATHER: Honey, I'm home! (Applause track)
(Enter MOTHER, dressed in a dress and an apron. She looks like something out of a 1950s sitcom, as does FATHER.)
MOTHER: Hello, dear! How was work today?
FATHER: Just swell, honey.
MOTHER: Dinner's in the oven, dear. (FATHER goes to leave.) Oh, I should mention, Alicia has a friend coming for dinner tonight.
FATHER: Oh dear! I hope she doesn't bite!
(They laugh, and a laugh track plays. FATHER and MOTHER exit. Enter ALICIA and CARLY, two friends, about high school age. They laugh jovially at a joke fore-told.)
MOTHER: (offstage) Alicia, could you set the table please? We'll be having dinner shortly!
(They walk over to the cabinet, and take out 4 plates and 4 rolled-up napkins with silverware inside.)
CARLY: Hey, thanks for
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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