I saw Paris. I did.
I just did not see the Eiffel Tower.
Two metal studs, symmetrically placed
Below her full, african lips.
A yellow hippo on her lap,
Green paws, ears and snout.
Beauty circling below the ground.
Et si vous pouvait tout changer
En 24 heures?
We locked gazes. He walked straight
Into the arm of a swirling waiter,
Sending a shower of broken glass and coins
To give shine to the concrete walkway.
A circle dance all for me.
I saw Paris. I did.
I just did not see the Eiffel Tower.
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May 9, 2009 at 7:13 am
Brad
Sounds like a thrilling encounter, indeed. Good to see you back.
June 8, 2009 at 9:33 pm
Julie
Fantastic poem! I’m so glad you’re back. I check every now and then, so today’s my lucky day.
June 15, 2009 at 3:49 pm
K. Lawson Gilbert
Sending a shower of broken glass and coins
To give shine to the concrete walkway.
A circle dance all for me.
WOW!!! Sorry, I couldn’t think of a better interjection. But this just floored me. This poem is truly impressive!
I hope we will be seeing you more frequently?!