April In Paris

Don't be fooled by circumstance you are alone right now.
These city streets hold no one that you know and all those
passing people are but statuary moving to a rhythm you
will never understand.

The circuit of you wanderings are laced with regret and
passionate longing. Wet through and through you know
you should seek shelter.

Steaming coffee and a fire to dry by call you but you cannot
leave. You are the patient wanting and this is your domain.

Under umbrella, lashed by winds but loyal to the last, you
stumble over pavement stones which would be declared
monuments of aged posterity in your home town. Here they
are but utilitarian footpaths waiting for the next revolution to
pull them to the barricades.

Boot click and stares surround you but still you are still alone.
Gene Kelly should be dancing by any time soon.

Stuart Andrew Marshall Tanner