A silent morning.
Cars can’t reach this square.
No cars can reach Venice. The city
At night only
distant boat motors
mingled with rare seagulls calls
and lovers’ whispers
trespassing the bedroom curtains.
On Sunday mornings only
playing on the open square.
and lonely people
are sipping their espressos,
chitchatting or staring in
The hidden Venice
not far from tourists’ routes.
For Posterity to
remember there was a time when
no motors drove down any street,
children could play safely on a main square
just like a cozy sitting-room floor.
Inspired by The Daily post’s Discover Challenge prompt: for Posterity
PS I do hope Venice will survive time, so precious to posterity to remember a present tense that doesn’t exist in all other cities any more. Hoping it won’t become another Atlantis.