"i want to live on an island" he says
book face down in his lap, curled up in the window
iron bars overlooking the orange evening
"in the mediterranean. you know?
with stone walls against the sea
and flowered arches."
i smile but he is looking out at the city.
and what dirty streets would you rush down, i say
in your shiny jacket and tight pants?
but he only inhales the breeze
tilting his head back a little
and even though i can't see i know
his eyes are closed