7:00 In Paris
Still
beneath flying
buttresses of Notre Dame--
Polaroids shake
in their furious hands.
I wonder quietly,
tepid remorse
of stillness, mine
and its, will it illuminate
or dissolve in the light?
Copyright © Collin Lam | Year Posted 2013
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