Venice, Michigan

I find myself on a long boat
A grungy barge
Miniature, not large
Heading towards an abysmal sea, while I'm terrified, afloat

I leap off into the polluted harbor
Outboard motors aflame
“It's normal!” The supervisor exclaims
I find a way out of the water

The pseudo-Venetian hotel awaits
I dry myself and get into a nice outfit
I have dinner with family in less than a minute
As I pass through the awakening gates