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Lisa Ludden – In Venice There Are Bridges

Lisa Ludden
In Venice There Are Bridges

Sediment richly flawed by time
people feet pounding paths
loose gravel stuck in shoes

pieces, parts per million
drop green river reflect blue sky
buried over each other

A little boy leans, eyes peeled to the bottom
cork coin thorn hook
over the clay wall

Daddy,
where are all the
fish?

Gondolas, oil lamps
manufactured man woman child organic connect
spilt wine, lovers lips



Venice, a bowl of flower tops, floating and wilting

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