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Poems by Inchiki
Venice Again
When it all sings me to some spot
be happy with the lot
Venice is my womb
a wiggly coffee room
through wandering to and fro
I’m a naughty embryo
collecting little secrets
in my melancholy head
so many here before me -
unlike them, I am not dead
The buildings and the women
the pigeons and the boats
Especially the women -
today I’ve x-ray vision!
(or a very good imagination)
