She wraps her cloak around her arms––
a pewter shawl of woven clouds
that drapes across the ville with charm.
Her silver coiffe umbrellas crowds
of tourists queuing up to mount
the puddled iron tower––proud
gray dame in stylish mode flaunting
lattice grandeur. Stilettos click
on cobblestones, a vendor counts
back change while Gauloise ashes flicked
on streets dissolve in rain-splashed slick.
Kim King
Hershey, Pennsylvania USA
Donated to Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders)
Great poem! I especially enjoyed the first stanza.
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