Musings Of A Clouded Mind
A Summer Day In Paris
Parisian streets are wet with rain today
as vendors set their wares about;
they wait for tourists who have cash in hand
to spend on goods and promises
of special blends and hand-made silken threads.
A summer day in Paris has begun.
Young lovers sit on grass still wet
from morning rain. Unlikely will
they notice as they kiss the time away.
They've spent their hopes on promises
and talk of love to fill their nights and days.
There's people talking on their phones and dogs
that bark as children run and play
while mothers yell for them to stop; “it's time
to go before your father's home.”
The sun is sinking in the sky at last.
A summer day in Paris is now past.
Copyright by
Anits Lewis Longino
June 14, 2009
as vendors set their wares about;
they wait for tourists who have cash in hand
to spend on goods and promises
of special blends and hand-made silken threads.
A summer day in Paris has begun.
Young lovers sit on grass still wet
from morning rain. Unlikely will
they notice as they kiss the time away.
They've spent their hopes on promises
and talk of love to fill their nights and days.
There's people talking on their phones and dogs
that bark as children run and play
while mothers yell for them to stop; “it's time
to go before your father's home.”
The sun is sinking in the sky at last.
A summer day in Paris is now past.
Copyright by
Anits Lewis Longino
June 14, 2009
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A Summer Day In Paris
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