Temporary Suspension of Cynicism
The little way
A door opens and a baker with a loaf of bread, startled
A waitress on a break stubbing out her cigarette
The rippling light as I wait
The quiet suspension of all cynicism
The loading and unloading of a boat somewhere
And then a burst of song and guitar - the gondoliers serenading their package tour junkies...
And cynicism is back
Or maybe not
Because the song is beautiful and his voice echoes in the silence afterward
Cackles of unseen locals
As I sit, an auditory tourist
Peeping at Venetian scenes
Through a crack in my window
