October 8, 2015
Fore clouds
Mid clouds
Back clouds
The Parisian Cycle
Of light and shade
Lulls me out of
sadness
And into the day.
Giant barges
parting
The grey chopping
waters
Of my Parisian
Idyll
Tempting me to
work
To paint
To dream away
Another day.
My left foot
hurts.
I count the steps
As it stiffens
And pulses.
I sit and look-
My city before me-
Paris at my feet-
My poor throbbing
feet.
