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Arlice W Davenport
Poems
Apr 2019
Notre Dame de Paris
Ile de la Cite weeps
like a fire hose dousing
dancing, infernal
flames to no effect.
Our Lady dies in her sleep,
dreaming of resurrection.
Gothic buttresses hold up
charred timbers and gloom.
The spire crashes into
nothingness; miracles
asphyxiate on fumes.
Still, the Rose Window
blooms. Memory resists
the flux of time.
Eight centuries snuffed out
like a wooden match.
Wait for it: the coming light.
Paris will reclaim its own.
Written by
Arlice W Davenport
M/Kansas
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