Florence

Florence
October 4, 2016 Mark Redden

I’ll never dance in santo spirito
lost for words in the dome’s bright armour
letters reach around giotto’s tower
horses gambol, fall, fly

detached from an ache –
a lowered bucket
in a well of silver water,
mercury and spit,
the Arno flows green
as diesel
through a border –

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