Mon coeur est à Paris

We dream of Bardot,
Anna Karina, Amélie
all praise Godard,
Eiffel Tower, our love
of The Louvre and
Champs-Élysées. Even Jim
Morrison sings for you
in resting place of Père-
Lachaise, so today we read
Rimbaud, de Sade,
Voltaire and Baudelaire.
So many volumes speak
between the screams,
instead of blood we paint
our mourning canvases in
shades of avoir l'espoir
with every Monet drop,
you can’t brush away
Cezanne without honoring
Matisse—so many colors
still exist, despite all
the darkness on our
screens we feel you
shining nous sommes unis

as Bataclan resounds, our

hearts belong to France

eternally glowing, as we

we drift asleep, tonight

dreaming Paris—is all

our city of lights.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda  
Los Angels, CA USA
Donated to American Red Cross: Disaster Relief