Italy 128pasta

Venezia

LONG Beauty of the World,
Drool Maker, Shaper of Wheat,
Ferryer of Gondola and Arsenal’s Ship Handler;
Pearly, lusty, calling,
City of the Mask molders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your sainted cinnamon, espresso and vamps luring the charm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the boatman’s canal and mazy streets to canal again.
And they tell me diets are futile here; my reply is: On the faces of foreigners and kindred I have seen the sparks of wanton hunger.
And having prosciutto, parmigiano, tiramisu, cuttlefish, anchovie, and ink sauce with linguine, beer and prosecco,
Crab and gnocchi, another cicchetti, with limone gamberetti so proud, squash blossoms fried, and sword fish, cannelloni.
Slinging pathetic purses amid the spoils of designer knockoffs, here is a small bold vendor set vivid against lustrous soft leathers;
Fierce and agog with tongue lapping gelato, hungry, and mad, salivated, craving, bewilderedness,
Bucatini,
Cochiglie,
Rigatoni,
Penne,
Bigoli, gemelli, fusilli,
Polenta and smoked duck, all over the mouth, gnashing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of gluttony lauding as the sated lauds,
Lauding even as an incessant diner lauds who has never left a plate clean,
Bragging and laughing that under the waist is the pulse and under the ribs the heart of the table,
Olive oil!
Lauding the pearly, lusty, calling laughter and mirth, well aged, Venice, proud to be Long beauty, Tube Maker, Shaper of Wheat, Ferryers of Gondola and Ship Handler to the Adriatic.

Jamie Milne Rojek enjoys writing, photography, and book arts. Born in Canada, and living in Minneapolis since 1983, Jamie travels for pleasure, work, and to see family. In her daily life she is an architect working on visual and performing arts projects. She lives with husband Gary, daughter Laryn, and son Quinlan.