Quartier du Gros-Caillou, Paris, France
I awoke in France,
an interior of shabby chic decor with a variety of plants
I glance,
and notice how in and out of balusters on the staircase vines dance
becoming both common and commonplace was romance,
colors that luster putting me in a trance;
powder blue and pale pink to enhance
je passe une bonne journée (I’m having a good day)
I leisurely walked down the Champs-Élysées
after stopping by a cafe,
that was near the Airbnb where I stay
bichon au citron, the pastry of the day
on the champ de mars I lay,
I had never visited Paris before in May
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You are the slam champ of LexPoMo! I’ve become a fan.
Wow, what an honor, thank you! I happen to think you’re poetry is amazing too!
Love the movement of the poem.
I love Paris and you took me with you!
I feel lulled into a dream!