Crossings (terza rima)

by Larry Chamberlin   Apr 8, 2019

The Rialto’s too busy to catch your breath
amid hustling tourists clogging the wall
in Venezia you could be trampled to death

all so anxious to be photographed, they call
“now!” just as a gondoliere crosses the way
yet blocking others (you wish they would fall).

Florence’s Vecchio is too crowded to stay
silver and gold hawkers all take their toll,
grab your pocketbook, “buy this,” they pray.

Give me a quiet bridge that you can stroll
walk calmly across its length and breadth
see water below, it’s good for the soul.

8 April 2019 (day 8)


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