There Was That
This canal wasn’t grand but that
didn’t stop you from photographing it
for this was Venice, this was Italy,
Europe, your first time, your honeymoon,
a freight of meaningfulness, like a
swing set burdened with birds in Hitchcock,
a red rain slicker sliding away
from Donald Sutherland, minus the great
sex scene with Julie Christie. Call it
Don’t Touch Now, another harbinger
although it was muggy August and touch seemed
an endless promise easy to forget (you will).
At dawn they’ll deliver the fish to the Locanda Montin
not delicately, …
