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Because of the holiday the Lourve was closed.
Mary was impressed with the French pastry
that tasted just as good as it looked.
Horrible coffee, good chocolate & delicious thick soups.
Beautiful clothes with prohibitive prices.
We boarded the Albert Express for Switzerland
with a bottle of wine and a big bag of pastries.
Take me back to Paris, I can’t stand the fresh air and healthy people of Switzerland
Arrived in Lucerne with time to enjoy the fountains in all the squares —
they were boarded up a couple days later.
Delicious cheese fondue, murals painted on the old houses,
a quaint town for William Tell, with his bow and barefooted boy.
A Train from The Alps to Venice.
Train to Florence, Hotel Majestic,
whole city is an art Gallery.
Michelangelo square, mosaic jewelry, leather goods.
Flores Hotel in Rome, Vatican, Parthenon.
St. Paul without the walls, St. Peters in chains,
Nightclub tour of the city, Old Appian way,
Capuchin Church with all the bones...
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go back to
sleep.
The World
is
worse for
wear,
without
us
worrying
about it.
Crisp apple,
ripen
later.
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Haven’t done this in a while,
haven’t been waving or drowning.
The body is in continuous bloom
with a concerning fragrance.
But, there is nothing to stop you
from taking it in your arms
and telling it, you are good.
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After Raymond Carver’s “Bankruptcy”
Thirty-seven, trick shoulder &
a sultry appetite still (exempt)
I wait for you
impatiently (exempt still)
listening to the towels tumble
as my hairy belly moans:
we are rebounds
to true pleasure.
Forgive us, (I pray in enormity)
our reckless improvidence.
Today, my heart, like the front door,
awaits unlocked
for the first time in years.
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refers to the moments after sunset
when the sky darkens and vision becomes unclear
making it difficult to distinguish between dogs & wolves
sundown blues & rain
plum island in the rearview
Beachmist air for the ride home
reddening our eyes & epoxying our skin
with the windows rolled up
I can hear your emphatics
more easily, but
with the sun finally down
its harder to follow your lips
as you share them
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