Monday, July 19, 2010

The Survivor

That was the year
we wintered in
Montparnasse. The
ferry, I remember,
was empty apart
from us, might never
have sailed except
its skipper lived
on the other side
of the river & she
wanted to get
home that night. Up-
stream was thick
with forest. There
were fireworks
somewhere. I heard
them, but I did not
see their bloom.

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