Leaving Rome
Occasional murmurs among passengers,
Some sporadic page-turning,
The random clicking of a laptop's keyboard,
And the ubiquitous susurration of steel on steel,
As the high-speed Trenitalia glides across the countryside,
All the mile-by-mile while leaving behind the Eternal City,
Rushing north, in a hush, via Florence, to Venice,
Where, within hours, we'll surround our senses
With the fluid sounds of the Grand Canal
Lapping, lapping gondolas moored at their stakes.
08/12/10
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