Venetian's Fears

Staggering Via Tiziano Aspetti

The slow snake of an evening, 

Slithered to sedate prowl.

I had only now just met your Italy,

With pupils like wishing wells.

My benumb for all maudlin,

Drained like its stone pools.

Late night and break lights blurry 

And the braided girl, always waiting. 

My watch couldn't tell me,

Like the Church bells in velveteen slumber. 

I didn't care if no one ever knew.

I remembered already.