Venice

It’s been raining all day. The streets are flooded.

To survive in this city, I’ll have to grow fins,

becoming cold-blooded.

Then, I shall explore all the ins

and outs,

of Venice, buried below the reflected clouds.

As for now, I sit in a coffee shop, whose ceiling

is designed to resemble the sky.

The moon, like a fishing hook, looks appealing.

It catches the eye....

It catches me by the eye.