Night
lights swish like fish, along the river, the Seine.
While
boats by the docks lean along, the river’s skirt.
The
Eiffel Tower’s lit-bright tonight, for the city of love—
Pale
receding moon, above, people moving like humbugs!
Upon
an instrument, someone’s softly playing, and
Someone’s
softly singing, in the drizzle of this rain…
The
rain, rained like cats and dogs today, deep humidity—
The
lamp’s light, fills our room, and across the avenue is Notre Dame.
I
rest on a cold iron bed, sedate, tired, like I’m dead,
My
hands are cold, rain drenched, I like Paris, but not the French!
Twilight
comes early, in fall: gray days, thoughts, and gray dogs.
Rain
drops on the window, makes for the city, a dull gray purple!
Written:
5-12-2014 (No: 4344)
