Beauty like too much coffee on a hot day

Dry mouth and eyes like hummingbird wings

Tourist, accidental or not

Vanishing in cities

Reappearing on the green side

I didn’t die on the street

So

Poliziotti will not know me

Now leaving breathless

Wealthless

Ugly in fig-stained ripe Pyjamas

And a plastic Tigre tote

For 1 Euro.

Papa Francis wasn’t home

And whoever the hotshot on Milan train

remains our mystery man