On the Rue Lepic, a lazy cat

sits on the ledge of an open window,

observing life below, moving about

after a night of swing and toasts to

life and promises.


Top buttoned shirts.  Slippery felt hats.

Shiny shoes and pants with flare, a man

with a silver cane strolls like an owner

past street art and sidewalk Mona Lisa’s.

He snaps his fingers walking past a club and

smiles with intention at a woman seated

wearing a pink dress, lime hat and moon



Street cleaners.  Taxis.  Buses that hiss and

doors that slam and slide, on the avenue

before 9am.


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