Travelogue   Passport: I keep the stamps illuminated still. Venice glows like some blue fountain, wet-clean.   Childhood Igloo chiseled out from New Hampshire snow, 4 foot blue walls and I sleep while new ice eats through.   Lions in San Marco  Venice rings the noon bell. Lions shake wings awake-- the monsters dance for siesta midday.

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