Friday, March 7, 2014

A Poem

Debra did a really good
Job, in Mantua, on her pizza.

Frozen bits of Lambrusco
rained on the foreign hats

of baroque theaters, streets
of blunt nails, rocks for

revolutionary throwing.
We had aperativo instead

for the Ducal Palaces are
now always open to the public eye.


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