Café Paris in Santa Fe, New Mexico
Melancholy day
Eyes half lit slits
A plaintiff sun forces light on a ruddy transplant
donning a half-cocked beret
bent over a journal
at a small table
in the corner by the window
A wink accompanies his tilted pinball smile
I pretend not to notice
My husband would not approve
Imagination conjures a clandestine lunch
Aperitifs, delicious wine, French Bread & Camembert lovers
Time to steal a time away from real
A novel conversation
A chance to practice my French with an expatrie
Momentarily mon francais parle et mes visions de Paris project a
View Master clicking vintage reels of the City of Light
I slowly reapply my lipstick
Chanel
and tuck the mirrored case into my satin lined velvet bag
I stand to leave ~ my floor length cashmere coat holds me steady
bidding this fantasy
Adieu,
Bonjour,
Au Revoir,
Hiding my heart behind red lips
my eyes lie under cover
Jacque O. shades
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Thanks for this lovely tribute to daydreaming fancies!
A story well told!
It’s kind of fun to daydream and roll the pictures of a movie take and scene I’ve never played yet wrote the script and casted the characters all in the pages of my journal. Thank you for your positive comments!