we find the church
round and round we
go till
bumping into it
entering and thinking
Vivaldi knew these streets
going to Mass or school
didn’t get lost
strings begin and despite
warmth and sweat
getting lost in the sustained melodies
as they swirl among the medieval frescoes
young player
obviously
the time of his life
playing spring solo in venerable Venice
getting lost in his joy
walking home
the darkness fools us
doubling back
where now?
WWVD?
melodies that double back and circle and repeat till
the home key is found and we
sleep in Italy one last time.
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