The olive-drab canal still sprouts a crop
Of barber poles and candy canes
Where gondolas and water taxis stop
To moor against the rich remains.
The city has about a century left
Before the glory all goes down,
The victim of the Adriatic's theft.
We wait to watch the splendor drown.
Len Krisak
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