Monday, April 14, 2014

To Exhale

In France,
or maybe Montreal,
I will smile more

over strong coffee
and buttery croissant
with apricot jam
and unsalted fat.

My walk will bounce elegantly,
buoyant as a dancer
and with joyful purpose.

Astride this romantic culture
I will fall in love,
skip vowels
with wine soaked ease

and exhale like a contented smoker
at the denouement of each blessed day.
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