GHAZAL OF THE LAGOON
Morning, on the promenade, there's a break in the light
rain here in the serene republic. I take in the light.
Every walker gets lucky at this gaming table,
where the gondoliers, like croupiers, rake in the light.
Through the glare of a restaurants window, I see
fish glinting, like spear points that shake in the light.
I could sit on the edge and get wet forever,
all to consider a speed boat's wake in the light.
Furnaces burn. We sweat until we shine, fired up
by the wavy vases glassblowers make in the light.
Row me out, friars, in your _sandolo_ on the waves
that glitter like ducats, for God's sake, in the light.
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Morning, on the promenade, there's a break in the light
rain here in the serene republic. I take in the light.
Every walker gets lucky at this gaming table,
where the gondoliers, like croupiers, rake in the light.
Through the glare of a restaurants window, I see
fish glinting, like spear points that shake in the light.
I could sit on the edge and get wet forever,
all to consider a speed boat's wake in the light.
Furnaces burn. We sweat until we shine, fired up
by the wavy vases glassblowers make in the light.
Row me out, friars, in your _sandolo_ on the waves
that glitter like ducats, for God's sake, in the light.
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