By Beverly Wong, March 31, 2021

The blue shock of sky
clouds billowy 
the awnings unfurled.
The day has just begun.
Pigeons and seagulls
wrest in the air.
Come follow me to the Piazza
I’ll meet some friends and
see what wares are to be had
in the marketplace.
Children unleashed from their mother’s hands
Run and tumble in the square
“Mama, Mama, I found a lost dog”
“May I keep her?”

In my breakfast room
I gaze at Piazza San Marco
as I eat a slice of challah with marionberry jam.
I have my own masterpiece.
Purchased on a half-price Sunday
I visit Venezia every day.