guide through the town, elegant Italian
indifference woven like sand through
his thick, gray coat, I wonder if he
is still there. He wore afternoon
shadows as a casual costume,
whiskers arched as if to say I could
follow, but I'd have to be quick.
I crept with him through churchyards
and vineyards, luxuriating in letting
him lead. But I left him for a bus, a train,
a swerving circus ride back to somewhere
and somebody that I used to know.
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