Bastille Day, 2007
January 4, 2011

We wandered, not
lost, but discovering
new old alleys,
churches crouching
behind walls and gates,
statues of friends long dead,
memories that sparkle as brightly
as the sun off the Seine,
boom louder than the fighter jets
screaming overhead, seen through
sycamore leaves on Champs Élysées.

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