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SURFACES AND MASKS; 6, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Nothing in me goes out
Last Line: Were never aimed at me
Subject(s): Venice, Italy


The canal, this one,
was dug at the turn
of the century. Beneath
the fondamenta
are the logs
and mud
of an incredible handshake.
No sharp shadows
are left. Buildings,
dynamic yet so elusive
they might be illusions,
in winter light.
Space unnatural?
Over on the mainland,
at Mestre,
a redundant green
wind, high
whipping dresses
against things.
Cemented drain carries water
on down
toward the library
but not quite that far.


Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org




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