The streets popped like canvases:
impressionist paintings that sparkled
in wet oils
and tiny bush strokes
that dipped and danced everywhere,
And I knew:
I just knew, I was in a sweet reminiscence -
as it unfolded -
as it was happening
as I watched the dream to la vie en rose,
unfurl in chartreuse and blue.
Sometimes he makes steak - rare -
with béarnaise sauce and red wine.
and flicker and twinkle
photo: Evening in Paris - W. Bourke and
Le Café de nuit by Vincent Van Gogh (public domain).
© 2013 Wendy Bourke