Paris Watcher
When I was a watcher
in the sidewalk cafe-
I snapped a little picture
and let it have it's way.
Suddenly the laughter
trickled in my mind-
warmed the empty spaces
and made me feel just fine.
When I was a watcher
in the sidewalk cafe-
I breathed the flowers passing
in the arms of the day.
The perfume floated gently
and circled me in song-
I closed my eyes a moment
and lived the pleasure long.
When I was a watcher
in the sidewalk cafe-
I sat and soaked the chatter
and let it have it's say.
All the wine and coffee
clinked and joined the fun-
I relished it so slowly
and held Paris in the sun.
Joy Weare,
18th May, 2009.
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