venice ‘then’

as i read venice tales

from a distant time

after i had already escaped,

being born and raised

on venice sands appears

as someone else’s

memories..

the venice i left

had a new violence

rising each day

with the sun..

reading this

venice  of ‘then’ disturbed

 last night’s pre-sleep hour

keeping rest and dreams on hold…

in venice then

i was fearless

from age 13  on

i’d sneak out bedroom windows

at midnight

riding furiously through hilly

ocean park

heading back to the beach

i had only left hours

before…

parental wrath couldn’t keep me from

her shores

life walked that boardwalk

magic danced hand in hand

with innocence

all that crazypeace and love

of the time

filled the air

and there was no where else

that made sense

like venice then…

venice then was smooth jazz

cool beats and poets

art and a simpler compilation

of characters

transitioning with ease

and grace

into haight street south

in venice then

i walked the streets

for miles

day or night

my dog

at my side..

 fearless in venice

then

because

there was nothing

to fear..

looks like i left

for the northern

wilds

just in time

because my venice

of then

is long gone

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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