Just imagine

A place where one can tell time
In towers and double doors,
Elevated curbs and sidewalk sales
To celebrate birthdays with bouillabaisse,
Seafood risotto with lobster saffron broth
A place to be.

Thunder, lightning, and rain
Can come unexpectedly during summer
Clearing dust and malaise,
Bringing deer,swans,sunsets
Colors, vivid and abundant
A place to be.

another way

“You have been to Rio.”
I am looking at her scarf.

“You are a Whovian.
She is looking at my backpack.

We try to add meaning
while standing in line waiting for ice-cream.
Seize the day, an unstructured theme
but there is another way
unlike just selecting a fruit flavor,
a genuine space for exploration.

Between licks and bites
we exchange pages of memoirs
binocular for camera,
puzzle solving for origami.
We become a book club of two,
children again, playing a see-saw.

We reach the ends of the cones
We have to say goodbye.

“You live so far away.”
“Space-time should be the least of your finalities.”

We have moments of laughter and regrets
and lasting impressions.
We promise to leave the lights on
and door unlocked.

when in love

Does one make bad decision when one is in love
or if one is in Paris?

Is it true?

note: I just finished reading a book, I’ll See You in Paris ,by Michelle Gable. Different threads of a tapestry of interlocking stories based on a real life story. Entertaining, lots of surprises.