day eight

Homage
i walk in conversation,
a fairer stroll than most -
eating peaches - on beaches
and stopping to notice details
like a spider, or a star.
the path tears across an old brick wall
towards the end of town, i dream
of london - paris - cairo - rome.
and then we'll run, you and i
spread out against the sky
like cold turkey (with swiss)
and tomato - on rye.