Traveller
Her feet move while she sleeps
In gentle heel toe patterns
Escaping the bottom of the duvet
She’s walking in heels
Slowly
Inhaling Italian Lavender
Her tongue quietly clicks to the
Tap Tap Tap
Of her shoes on the hot pier
Upon waking only the gentle
Canal’s trickle remains
Spilling across her cheek
And resting at the corner of her lips
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