Medieval Church Towers
rising up like a beacon to the wretched and weak
genuflection through stained glass windows
buttresses gargoyles glowering and drooling

The Little Prince
pilot Antoine de Saint-Exupery versed in aerial contingencies
disapears silently his leathers open
genius leaving us his philosophical fable novella

French Baguette Ficelle Flute
magical wand with only four hours to live
bite chew swallow la mie flour salt water yeast
truly a moveable feast

The Clothes Line
hanging like ghosts linking each flat
nice weather forecast no secrets to hide
announcing sizes of folks who live inside

Paris is my Mistress
ahh my mistress whispers in my ear…
church bells resonating softly on fountains renowned
eclipsing our retreat with soundless sound