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Dec 2018
In the evening, the river is a theater
the water is carrying the music
to our ears, the romance

of a saxophone sunset
twinkling in the wine and the church
rosy, nothing but mild grace

Tourists pretending click clack
that not they, but we, are the extras
and the city is a cardboard set:

theme park Paris l'amour
young people on the quays around
a pillar candle and kissing

couples as it should be
in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels
gleam the spots in the corners

which you can smell
Collection "Take a picture, quick"
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