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