VENICE

one yard of scents, with blossoms filled

one passage through the midday sun

one house, one water, one whole town

one thousand years become one day

they know it here, you'll die quite soon

and everyone will come and say

what you may claim, and what remains

and then they're ready to depart

'cause what we are stays in this world

what we have done, what we have heard

one scent, one stone, one sound, one plan

a plea that says please understand

June 2010