Poem: Paris

“Starry Night” -Vincent Van Gogh

Paris cut up on a rock

Tells me dusty tales

Of catacombs and winding lanes

The cobblestones beneath my feet

And the French dimensions of the day.

By wine kisses, the eyes draw up

To discover whirlwinds swirling

As stars volatile and enchanting

Sign synapses devoting

Memory to time.

Work, work, doomed thing:

Marie Antoinette’s pearls scatter;

The knees of the servant girl

Caress the gift

Of death.