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Insatiable

                                                                  

Every day, this second week of August,

From our rainy-Sunday-afternoon arrival,

At unexpectedly unharried Heathrow,

To our sunny-Saturday departure, by Eurostar,

From crowded St. Pancras Station

(The two of us now bound for Paris,

Speeding, smoothly, beneath the English Channel),

We've walked, in hand-held wonder-step,

Over London's Victorian-faceted streets,

Elated to be insatiable travelers insatiably in love,

Being what each moment's energy makes of us.

 

Tout de suite, Gare du Nord arrives at track's end,

And we're weaving through narrow streets,

Then past vast mansard-roofed buildings

Lining spacious boulevards busy with summer,

As we edge closer, closer, to the First Arrondissement,

Place Vendôme, Rue de Castiglione,

Where it intersects Rue de Rivoli.

Stepping out of the taxi, at our hotel,

Staring straight into the leafy Tuileries,

We're elated, for the second time in a week,

To be insatiable travelers insatiably in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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