The Sugar Mill

I want to live in this picture for a while

Sit in that chair

Watch the shadows grow long through the archways and windows

Eat salty sweet food

Drink sparkling water

Wear practically nothing

Let the sun and sea air dry out my skin

Listen to Italian music but only after dark

Join in with the tree frogs

Watch my memories wind themselves around the vines

Lanterns are lit and people walk by

They cannot see me

I am a ghost