Sonya posed
by the Eiffel Tower
I had my box
Brownie Cresta camera
I took a photo or two
trying to get her in focus
bring in the Tower
behind her
she smiled
and put her hands
on her hips
as dames do
her blonde hair
was bunched
behind her
in a ponytail
her face looked drawn
afterwards we went
for a coffee
at some bar
down by the Seine
and she sat there
with one leg
over the other
the foot dangling
I sat opposite
********* through
the French money
looking at the notes
you should read
Kierkegaard
she said
leave Nietzsche
to the Germans
I prefer Nietzsche
he's more realistic
I said
Kierkegaard
is more religious
and more positive
she said
the waiter came
and we ordered our coffees
and he went off
Kierkegaard
is Danish like me
she said
not so good looking though
I said
and he's been dead
sometime
she lit up a cigarette
and offered me one
I took and lit up
and inhaled
there's something
about Paris
I like
the atmosphere
the way these people
just live here
all this history
all the art
I said
as I exhaled smoke
cultural capital
of the world
she said
I listened
as she went on
about this artist
and that
and who did what
and when
as she spoke
the waiter returned
with our coffees
and went off again
I sipped mine
remembering her
coming out
of the bath
the night before
like some Venus
all stark and bare
shaking her head
letting loose
the water
from her long
blonde hair.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Sonya posed
by the Eiffel Tower
I had my box
Brownie Cresta camera
I took a photo or two
trying to get her in focus
bring in the Tower
behind her
she smiled
and put her hands
on her hips
as dames do
her blonde hair
was bunched
behind her
in a ponytail
her face looked drawn
afterwards we went
for a coffee
at some bar
down by the Seine
and she sat there
with one leg
over the other
the foot dangling
I sat opposite
********* through
the French money
looking at the notes
you should read
Kierkegaard
she said
leave Nietzsche
to the Germans
I prefer Nietzsche
he's more realistic
I said
Kierkegaard
is more religious
and more positive
she said
the waiter came
and we ordered our coffees
and he went off
Kierkegaard
is Danish like me
she said
not so good looking though
I said
and he's been dead
sometime
she lit up a cigarette
and offered me one
I took and lit up
and inhaled
there's something
about Paris
I like
the atmosphere
the way these people
just live here
all this history
all the art
I said
as I exhaled smoke
cultural capital
of the world
she said
I listened
as she went on
about this artist
and that
and who did what
and when
as she spoke
the waiter returned
with our coffees
and went off again
I sipped mine
remembering her
coming out
of the bath
the night before
like some Venus
all stark and bare
shaking her head
letting loose
the water
from her long
blonde hair.
A COUPLE IN PARIS IN 1973.
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