Trinity part 10

Masses of people form a line to enter the Uffizi in Rome. Backpackers lean on ruck sacks lining the white cut stone foundation. Worn out nylon. Half-assed sewn on flags. They're all waiting to get in, to see what they think has to be seen. Ana was there once, but she didn't like it. Inside, Botticelli waits. But he brings no revelation. ffee spills from my cup onto US8d floods the Danil Boone National Forest, Kentucky