The old woman comes along our @3fondamenta@1, Tolentini, every morning around nine, dropping sardines along the way with the cats trailing her, eating the fish. Lucky, these cats. Those in the Campo San Vitale suffer especially when the construction workers are not working on Ponte dell' Accademia. And when it's finished? It is winter, already. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON |