Rain rattles the air on this late summer morning,
buses rumble past Notre Dame Cathedral crouching
beneath a gray haze. At the Louvre, tourists
buzz and whisper, sweep through elegant halls
adorned with marble sculptures. Across the boulevard,
we meet up for lunch, exchange ticklish gossip over
bowls of bouillabaisse, chunks of crusty bread.
Casually, the sun drifts through spongy clouds,
licks of light like feathery wings, trickle over bridges
humming with the bustling rhythm of Paris.
Jericho, NY, USA
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