Venice

My situation melts into a Venice-like milieu,

peaceful, lush, vast, unassuming people, music

beats in the background, a black dog with a grey

speckled scarf wanders gleefully.

Pastel rainbow streamers hang over the streets.

The air is perfect.

I can almost hear the waves on the dock,

the low horn sounds of the ships.

Iteration Two

Music like sounds over water, down alleys

mixed with traffic sounds, human voices,

klink klank, buzz whirr, honk shout cry.

no, but clear air, colored flowers on mountains,

full of medicine, a little weak….a bag of water.

that’s when you know something’s going on.

no but just a little fresh air is so refreshing

the beauty of what is there

just a slight distraction sticking out as special

amid all the things there an anomaly out of

place and time unique steampunk or hyperborian,

or I’m making the whole thing up,

and back again.