Saturday, November 28, 2015

Submerged

I will die in Paris on a rainy day,
the wet, the only thing I feel.
I won’t know what to do
with myself, lost
and alone, my drowning
feet playing tour guide
through the city,
the streets
my only friends.
For when I die in Paris
on that rainy day,
you will have been dead
two years too late
for me to tell you
that I like
the rain in Paris.

Linda G. Hatton
Newhall, CA USA
Donated to Secours Populaire Francais

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