France

Merry-go-round

I dreamt of Toulouse
of writing to you from there
a roundabout dance

as I walk your streets ~ in summer sunshine sublime ~ all else falls away

the dirt on his feet ~ from walking on Paris streets ~ paints my portrait

the horror of it
–
obliterated by hate
–
loss immeasurable

washed out in a storm
–
your beauty shyly revealed
–
for the world to see

summer swallows glide
–
against the slow-drifting clouds
–
over pink clay roofs