Venice
Malarepa said that only
By leaving one's native land
Can one be immune from anger.
Here in Venice by black and white Pali
I was no longer angry.
I watched green water slosh over a white curb,
Splash up to become drops of white,
Sparkle like diamonds, then fall
To become a silver flow over green tiles.
As the silver flows it becomes
Streaks of silver, like her white gold hair.
I then remember a line from Luis Cernuda:
"I am oppressed by the sins,
I had neither the chance
Or the strength to commit."
Duane Locke
Posted over on Jack Magazine
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