Seine Footbridge
The Dijon-Paris train was so late,
passengers continuing to Rodez
clattered fast across the Seine footbridge
to catch their next train there.
Halfway across, I paused.
Small in the dark distance to the west
shone Notre Dame in her reflective blue.
It seemed a pity to be traveling on.
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Love me some poems about France, my mother-in-law’s native land!