Seventy Five - Audrey Ward

[Larry Robinson]

Seventy Five

  11 November 2017

 

And I think to myself, I’ll remember 

this early dark and the rain; standing 

before the toile-draped window, water 

streaking the glass and dripping 

from the low, curled iron; leaves of 

wisteria vines, gold and green, trembling 

in the November wind that ruffles 

through the Cour Damoye. 

 

I’ll recall Olivier, the coffee man 

who calls bonjour as he brews his exotic 

dark grinds in a small industrial shop 

across the cobblestones. 

And of course I can’t forget how 

one leans full-bodied into the great iron 

gate to open it at midnight, coming home 

from salsa-dancing eating a hot dog. 

 

I’ll remember every moment in its own way and 

for it’s own reason or for no reason at all: 

I’ll remember that on this Parisian lane 

I was young one more time 

 

	- Audrey Ward


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