is the engine
and the details
shape the thought
trust your readers”
so I wrote
moonlight
painted the palazzo
in ciaroscuro
the gondoliers
muted their songs
as they poled by
and the duchesa drifted
between life and death
all the night long
and my readers sent me
bonbons
a rose
a wilted wreath
a model of a funeral coach
and a hundred and twenty pages
of questions
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