orange tulips


a bouquet of orange tulips, actually,
and cobblestones of “brut” chocolate, 80%.


rivers of bourgogne pinot noir, valleys of
toasted baguettes, peaked with butter and
honey, dripping, the sad sweetness of tears
flowing, yet at any such end is a beginning,
so…


she treads the path of thousands, up and
down the seine, contemplates unlocked
bikes left on corners and the fact that she didn’t
make her bed this morning…


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