Venice

The empty waiting,

Sickly yellow disappointment,

You are wrecked inside the constant ticking.

Italy will wait on you.

Besides

Milan is just America with far more vowels,

And Rome is merely home to tourists.

Florence and Venice, though,

Will rearrange you,

Steal a chuck of who you were

And add something more quiet,

Vivid.

Tender child,

Never you imagined

You would make the flight

Alone,

But o,

There's yet a world

You never did expect.

You're sturdier than you suspect,

And life is wild.

Venice waits.

- 11/2/26