The gray canals in winter light,
in their sediments the memory
of thirteen centuries;
the empty palaces,
their halls of dust,
standing guard
for lost victories;
forgotten doges
marrying
the city with the sea,
Desponsamus te, mare, in signum veri perpetuique dominii
- how many rings
lie buried in the detritus
of a long defeat,
until the city
is one with the sea
in its embrace?
03.02.2021
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