the air is different here.
the blues
are
thin between
the white of clouds,
the yellows in the sky,
pale ribbons,
as a different
sun goes down.
the reds. the tints
of paint
on doors and window
frames,
with saffron
stucco walls.
and as the gondolas
slide
by in brown
rivers.
you stand on the bridge,
as if in
a postcard
while someone takes
your picture.
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