paris



Paris – at Last
 
She steps on to the plane, a window seat
for the first leg of her journey, a flight
to dreams she has held for so very long.
Reality melts into consciousness,
no longer fantasizing, she takes off.
 
Paris, put on hold – for love, for labor,
for years as her life shifted, adjusted
to the whims and desires of others.
 
She pushed aside study for a marriage;
she delayed the rendez-vous for a birth;
she tossed away whimsy for another.
 
The stale of airport coffee and popcorn
disappears, replaced by café au lait
and croissants as she lands at last – Paris.
 
Siobhan
07/08/09

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Perhaps in Paris

She will find the elusive
dreams;
those that perch on the edge
of awareness,
tease her
with possibilities … opportunities
lost only to be found
again
in sleep.

Perhaps in Paris –
when at last she arrives,
they will be waiting
in the sunrise
over a sidewalk café,
on a park bench beneath the trees
in a small park square – the one with all the pigeons
and the old men who mumble
and grumble
about young love,
all with a twinkle in their eyes
memory curving their lips to a smile.

Perhaps
her dreams will drift in
through an open window
with the sound of lovers
forgetting the world around them.

Perhaps in Paris…

Siobhan
06/29/09


On the Shore

Stretched out
languid on the shore
of the Seine
his lean body shimmers
in sunshine
oblivious to boaters – world gawkers
staring from the top
of the Eiffel Tower
and the garish orange seats
of Parisian vessel.

Siobhan
06/27/09

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