Shallow Water by Dylan Robinson

So aptly named,

this bridge of sighs.

 

Dozens of denizens

meander through;

prozac, pollution,

this goddamned wine.

 

These fucking Gondoliers.

 

Twenty years spent

earning an oar,

just to force-feed

love-scenes.

 

Waves mock

blackening stone

while sunshine warms

this sewage street.

 

Some find romance

on this path.

I find faux Kodak cameras

and echoes of “cheese.”

 

I wanted Venice

to be a lie.

 

But the commercials were right.

 

I need you here,

to take the bite

from my wine.

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Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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