The Dream of Paris

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1b46fa8504f22e854b5127a611b787abI am still soaked in the dream of that city

boulevard cobbled with knowledge

local feet have worn and worn again

and the sunlight is freshly buttered

triple dappled and held in place

by these apartment buildings

that have eaten too much good cheese

and now bulge into the thoroughfares.

The light curdles as I wake

the glistening skin of it is nothing

because I can warm your cold hand

here, miles into the future.

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