Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Printemps on Rue St Denis


We stumble outside
our winter bound apartments
blinking at one another
like moles coming out of tunnels.
We greet neighbours we have not spoken to for months.
A blue-bell violet peeping through 
the sleeping soil,
a bullet-shaped bud
both are enough to send us
skipping down the street, giddy.
We run to the closest terrace,
where we will sit elbow to elbow.
Drinking coffee, beer and wine,
smoking in sunshine,
finally warm enough to strip down to one layer
to expose toes, ankles, knees, shoulders and backs.
Spring is finally here;
all is forgotten of winter’s harsh beauty.

she/ April 2012