by day is bright and cramped. The crowd
of sweaty tourists seeps through tangled streets, loud
and greedy. Sundown, and they are gone, by train or boat.
They leave their rubbish and refuse. It floats
in the canals and blankets the flagstone streets.
At night,
San Marco is quiet and cool.
Forgotten laundry flutters, and moonlight pools
on the wavering water. Empty gondolas thud
against each other, and out of the mud
under bridges, rats surface to see the stars.
(assignment: constrained syllables. compare the corresponding lines in each stanza.)
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