paris in the rain....
ripples in patterns
sprinkle the path
and trickle so softly
and free...
we step in the frame
finding our place
in front of flowers
and fruit...
the jewels fall soft
like snowflakes in sun
without a thought
or a plan...
umbrellas and coats
shine in the light
merging into
the frame...
the watchers all sit
and sip with a dream
beneath the crimson
and warmth...
the sidewalk moves by
as coffee and talk
reflect in faces
and rain...
Joy Weare,
10th May, 2009.
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