The Florentine Stroll
by Mie Hansson
The night has sunk on these medieval streets.
I wander dreamingly through waves of damp and Jasmine . . .
In three days, i motion on to Rome, keeping the ball a’roll;
There is still page-space available in my little brown book . . .
In six days, all clocks will pause. And i will
Sniff his scent as if my nose was blocked.