Man Must Watch and Women Must Weep by James Webb
Standing back from the gathering crowd
flamed turquoise water glistening,
cardboard clock swings
on rialto jetty,
Towers feeling the swing of water
cigarette smoke drifting
Bending in-between
the afternoon sips - Aperol spritz.
Answering her phone
skin the texture and beauty as Autumn brown,
yet delicately within a moment
smeared with the tear lines in a frown,
Her heart sliced with the news
the worst sights that move this cold old heart of mine,
are seeing such a beautiful girl
at the Vaporetto stop being torn apart; Inside.
Each compartment of her heart
opened - stretched out within each vessel that beats;
Between memory and part
each number inked like blood pools in heat.
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