Paris
In
Paris bare facts shine
a
moving lantern of fine art
to
illuminate vistas
where
an artist dreams
in
a poet’s exaggeration
Between
armies
surrealists
impressionists
and
cubists lyrically create
deconstruct
and muse
on
boulevards alleys
and
back lanes
over
bread cheese
coffee
and wine
in
a copper sunset light
fueled
by artisanal energy
raising
a music
as
shadows lengthen
Neptune-gray
courtyards
settle
into nighttime
a
yellow moon
suspends
itself heroically
as
soft-lit cats yawn
in
dream dioramas
of
Citizens’ peace sleep
City
of clattering morning
sleepwalks
in the crackled sun
of
freed morning light
as
past & present collide
on
a fashionably downtrodden
welcome-to-another-Paris
day
open
to the world
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