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.