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Kathleen Myra Colby
Poems
Oct 2010
La Moule En Folie
I felt like the foolish American
My translator book in hand
The streets are charming in Paris
A Britain I hunger for lamb
I saw a bright colored Bistro
Umbrellas over white tables
people eating and laughing
probably telling rescae French tales
i cannot speak much French
My little cheat did not come with me
She had other things to do
Like doing other professors or two
So, I sat down quietly and waited
A waiter came up to me
All I could say was, La moule en folie
He blinked and smiled and beckoned
me to follow. We went into a narrow alley
then up winding stairs. He knocked.
A woman’s husky voice said, “come in.”
She was lying on a bed fully naked
and pink as a salmon. The waiter
held out his hand. “Monsieur,la moule en folie.”
kmcoly22-2009
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Kathleen Myra Colby
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