Lost in Paris: A Flaneur’s Tale

Now his soul floats along the Rue des Vie
Like a crustaceous little crab
Who’s lost his way
Down the Champs-Élysées
Without an Arc de Triomphe
In his future
Or a new love to behold

For her memory towers over him like the Eiffel
Inflated beyond measure
To unapproachable heights
Making les Jardin du Luxembourg feel like a willowwacks
Staring at blank faces as if they were empty letters without words postmarked from some sort of

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, January, 2017, Paris FR


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