Night on the Seine

Night on The Seine 1939 Silver and gold from city lights daub the black river like brush strokes from VanGogh. The Seine murmurs against La Rive Gauche where dreams of artists linger, then turns to glide obediently against La Rive Droite where politicians drink cognac and talk of war. We are in the middle of Time in a small boat. “You cannot leave me!” she commands. “Of course not,” is my assurance. “I shall neither be called nor needed." "We have built the great Maginot Line, and The Ardennes is too wooded to cross. It is all talk, anyway." The city drifts slowly by - Le Grand Palias and Le Concorde Champs Elysees,Notre Dame, Swifter now - like the time, "It would be madness to destroy such beauty." “Besides, the British have pledged to come.”