53   Henry's Notebook

Everyone to be issued a gondola
and five dollars.

Proust stayed behind in Venice.
O sole mio. Bronze bells.

Silver mine in the crevices of your
self--where Mammon shines.

Non sine sole iris. Cold eyes,
Liza. Ears and mouth snatched
up in the velvet folds.


Longing for the dark spring wind.
Oscillating Milton sword.
Of dogwood.

~~wave goodby~~

Henry Gould | Island Road 54
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