'Ghazal of the Lagoon'

Morning, on the promenade, there's a break in the light
rain here in the serene republic.  I take in the light.

Every walker gets lucky at this gaming table,
where the gondoliers, like croupiers, rake in the light.

Through the glare of a restaurants window, I see
fish glinting, like spear points that shake in the light.

I could sit on the edge and get wet forever,
all to consider a speed boat's wake in the light.

Furnaces burn.  We sweat until we shine, fired up
by the wavy vases glassblowers make in the light.

Row me out, friars, in your _sandolo_ on the waves
that glitter like ducats, for God's sake, in the light.

 		-- John Drury