In Venice
Narrow streets that block the light
Bridges spanning everywhere
Gondoliers in black and white
Pigeons in Saint Marco Square
Churches and Venetian glass
Synagogues from ghettoed Jews
Tourists you can barely pass
Everywhere - amazing views
Carts with vendors' souvenirs
Cool cafes to have a snack
When gelato time appears,
There will never be a lack.
Deep red berry on my cone
Next to hazelnut did mix.
Back at home I'll fret and moan
'Cause I'll miss my daily fix.
Travel opens up our eyes
To places different and unique
And every trip grants some surprise
Like my Italian ice cream streak.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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