Venice

I am writing you from a city half immersed in a dream, feigning forgotten. Marco. . .

Carnivalesque and seductive. Intrigue hidden behind masks.
Dances of death. Marco. . .

The cleaning women wearing mystery in layers, dark as mascara.
The gondoliers and their stories passed down with each pull and twist, thrust and turn. Row after row. Polo. . .

All this turning water, and still the unquenchable thirst.

–from Cities & Dust