Se Promener

SE PROMENER Down by the River Seine, where light abounds come take a walk with me, a sheer delight, just listen to the distant flowing sounds of Paris coming to another night; to hear a distant concertina play is magic to mine ears, c'est magnifique, and only Paris lives, in such a way that brings the love of which the poets speak; to see this city shroud itself in glow from all the love, of which we are a part, is seeing birth that few in life can know and all this love of Paris, is its' heart. Je vais me promener--come join my walk forgetting life a while, let's idle talk. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet