Venetian Hands By Timothy B. Dodd

Venetian Hands By Timothy B. Dodd

Unwashed

dip into pockets hugging fat

thighs on tourist boats, snatch

loose locks on shop gates

— thief

 

Warmed

hold the blowpipe to shape liquid

fire, manipulating elements, a key

from Murano lights transformation

—glassblower

 

Smoothed

from Conakry to Douala hold up packs

of pirated Guccis following through

dusty alleys to Piazza San Marco

— bag vendor

Calloused

slide palms down the oar to push

off from docks into busy canals,

old-aged lovebirds in tow

—gondolier

 

Soft

arrange mass-produced ornaments

in the window again this morning;

wrap one in wax paper, English

—shop owner

 

Steady

set plates of pasta on narrow tables,

bringing more olives for a brighter

tip, this is Italian food my friends

—waiter

 

Fingernail-painted

pick and choose, seek your spouse

for a second opinion, the right piece

to carry home, credit card critical

—tourist

 

Pocketed

at the top of the food chain, consumes

even church and canal — if a bargain;

cut soil, come modern commodes

—tourist #2

 

Buried

of the Veneti, unknown. More than

Pound, Mušič, Nono. Beyond San

Michele. In the sea. Lost. Scarred

—forgotten

 


Timothy B. Dodd is from Mink Shoals, WV.  His poetry has appeared in The Roanoke Review, Stonecoast Review, Ellipsis, Broad River Review, and elsewhere.  He is currently in the MFA program at the University of Texas El Paso.