On Viewing Canaletto's Painting of Saint Mark's Square (Poem)
On Viewing Canaletto's Painting of Saint Mark' s Square (A Poem)
I stand and stare at a framed painting
of Giovanni Antonio Canaletto's Piazza
San Marco to recall our own Venetian
days of riding the vaporetto on the
Grand Canal, under an orange ball of
sun, to land at Saint Mark's Square and
walk past swarms of pigeons as we enter
the ancient, aging, crumbling basilica
and approach the sarcophagus of gospel
writer Saint Mark placed here, after hundreds
of years in Egypt, in his final resting place
under four grand domes and a campanile
rising to the sky where we emerge into a
bright sun and amble along the winding
Venetian streets framed with canals gleaming
in the sun and hundreds of pigeons and merchants.
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