Diciassette

I loved the dark haired boys
Their sly smiles  
And I was sure the Rhythmic flow
Did not change the words that came out  
Of those pouted native mouths
They were exactly the same  
As the words that the American boys
Had been sayin...

But ahhh!!
 
So I chose not to understand
Instead..
I grasped hands with the prettiest  
And we fled, Nike our Apollo
Took wing to catch our train
Out of Venice..
Why? Did I ever want to leave...
 
We took flight  
Over the Bridge of Sighs
And everyone did....
In response to our very being