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Poem Number 1183
I gazed upon her image
through a groggy morning filter
and still retrieve a sense of beauty
Venice remembers pageantry and war
I remember a tired room
where flowers paper wall and groom
in the fever of a moment
A Grand Canal of running gold
shoes abandoned in the chase
and all the cherished world before us
a train to catch out of the water
an annointint of feet
Rose and lavender
The begged us to stay but we kept running
engaged in our own flight
O the mysteries of night
Show themselves at this hour
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