fruitstands along the cobblestones
euros, not dollars
the sun sets around 10 PM,
we've all the time in the world

&
i didn't think i'd miss it so much.
i thought i'd ache for the warmth of reality
the comfort of monotony

(i was wrong)

it turns out,
nothing beats summers abroad:
sharing fruits with friends
scootering along the seine
eavesdropping on conversations
in languages we don't know

laughter and joy
being free
no responsibilities
no worries
just,
enjoying peaches in the street