Posts Tagged ‘springtime’

Paris park with pigeons and fountains

last night’s wine bottle

tipped over

under the bench.

Late morning

bright paris springtime sun

open windows top floor

ten foot shadows on hardwood.

Scooters upon scooters

upon scooters upon

scooters upon scooters

upon scooters upon

scooters parked outside

the Japanese restaurant.

Accents down the

metro stairs

carrying luggage.

Cigarettes upon cigarettes

upon cigarettes upon

cigarettes upon cigarettes

upon cigarettes upon 

cigarettes piled up 

next to the sewege grate

after the rain.

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Triple shot.

No stories end tragically in springtime.


My friend Darius used to make me get diner breakfasts with him at 5:30 a.m.  He said people were more honest in the early morning.


I wish I knew a better word for beauty than beauty.  This thought always seems really profound to me after a few glasses of wine.

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As the days get longer and the sun peeks out more every day, as socks get thinner and sleeves get shorter, my head goes to last spring in New York.  This was the view from my bed out my window as the smell of warmer air snuck in and i began to breathe deeper for the first time in a long time.

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