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