Forgotten Venice
The Kodachrome is Venetian-dusk.
The photograph still perishing
from its vintage exposure.
On the back of the image,
bleeding to invisibility,
a telephone number.
The London area code is quaint,
only a young man on a ‘Triumph’ motorbike
could trace it now.
I still want to.
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