One body of water

I sit looking out at the Irish Sea

Yet it’s the Venice lagoon that calls to me

Here February grey, with the threat of snow

In Venice, a blue sky waits with a heart that glows

Cars and buses rumble by, here on the tarmac

Not a vaporetto in sight creating the soundtrack

February Sunset geese flying over St Mark's Basin, Venice
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