53   Henry's Notebook

Everyone to be issued a gondola
and five dollars.

Proust stayed behind in Venice.
O sole mio. Bronze bells.

Silver mine in the crevices of your
self--where Mammon shines.

Non sine sole iris. Cold eyes,
Liza. Ears and mouth snatched
up in the velvet folds.

Duende.

Longing for the dark spring wind.
Oscillating Milton sword.
Of dogwood.

~~wave goodby~~

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Henry Gould | Island Road 54
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