just before drowning

House of Heart

I am in Paris,

I think  I am dreaming.

It is before daybreak and

a man waits beneath a

street light.

A melancholy smile

that does not reach

our  eyes passes

through  us.

I am the anonymous

memory of a red rose.

He is between lovers,

roaming the city streets at night,

sinking into eyes deep

as the river Seine,

the kind one might find

just before drowning.

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