Paris

1 During the first days at the turn of the century, 
2 Paris is infinitely young,
3 forever smelling of hashish.
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5 Day becomes dream and dream superfluous.
6 In streets, in stores, among flowers,
7 Paris is one inside open-windowed shops.
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9 Sitting upon the high-end hill of Butte Chaumont,
10 Paris stares at Sacre-Coeur on display,
11 like a spring lover in front of a setting sun.
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13 Forever, hashish hangs on the damp evening air of Paris 
14 that leaves an apparition at the turn of the century, 
15 while Paris is on the precipice of summer.

12.8.17