Milan

Milan meets where
one invokes absolution to one's ailments.
Where the sound of footsteps
lifts light clouds
that scratch the ugly thoughts.
Watchful solitude,
gazes of multitudes
that hurry their steps
and metallic voices of shop assistants
and soft-spoken clerks,
but with a soul
that holds shreds of indifference
and laughter of polite hypocrisy.
This is how Milan appears
when you regret the fog