augury doggerel

Sunday, August 31, 2003


Under the Green Gate down near the canal I wait for no rain and listen to an old man play accordion for coins. This gate used to have bars lowered at night to keep out sailors. Now we all go through. Here are tourists walking behind a local woman yelping accented German and holding a closed umbrella over her head as a sign to them. I follow them to the statue of Neptune spitting water from lions. We're all strange beasts on good worn stones.


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