Sambuca in Milan

Like cigar smoke,
time curves gently in,
drifting through the faded café’s careworn charm.
Distinguished by dilapidation,
expensive scents dissolve evocatively
in the bitter-sweet aroma of their regret.
China dogs bark
at wooden mice
by the engraved glass door
while pink-smudged lips stain the coffee-cup’s crackled rim with her memories.

Milan, Italy 2004

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