Canaliculi

                         Canaliculi

The poetry flows in the Venice of my mind.

     Bells on backwaters of memory ring

        down the years, down the years.

                  And down the years

                         the tears

                           spring

                               to

                           remind

                         the tears,

                   that down the years,

         down and down upon the years,

    memories are backwatered on the bells,

canaliculated my Venice mind flows in poetry.


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  Inspired by a text from Andrew in Venice