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08/19/11 - (3)
Les jardins
After walking the world of the Jardin du Luxembourg, Then traipsing Boulevard Raspail to its confluence with St-Germain, North, across the Seine, on Pont Royale, And meandering over rues de Rivoli and de la Paix, to l'Opera, We're relaxing in the Jardin des Tuileries, this soft Friday afternoon.
On various serendipitous occasions, these past six days, We've gravitated to this garden we regard as our backyard, To catch up with our souls, by slowing them down, Having lunch or eating ice cream, yawning, napping, daydreaming, Telling each other how deeply we love being here, anywhere, together.
Acknowledging that this is our last day in Paris, We kiss each other's fingertips, lips, almost desperately. Finally getting up from our green chairs, gathering our resolve, We vow, for what's left of the flowering fragrance of these last hours, To follow our desires to the next Tuileries, wherever it may be.
08/19/11 - (3)
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