November Poem by Robin Perkins

Remnants from last summer's memory
Welcomes the beginning of autumn air,
Adores the goddess of deep amber chill.

From Paris to London and Timbuktu,
Boston, New York, and to San Francisco -
And from theater to theater and venue
I go - looking at the crowd and hope to see,
The face I wished to see so long ago.

Champs-Elysees Avenue to Tigpi,
And Villa Borghese Park to Saint-Tropez -
From club to club I hope to see your face,
A hint or shadow that might be a trace -
To La Bohème at l'Opera, I go
De Monte-Carlo, inside Monaco.

Did an album dedicated to you,
Imbued in perfection as the golden moon -
The irony when I saw you that night,
At my concert, serenaded you - and
Wickedly bewitched by your sight -

Alas, I gave up and off to see my friends,
At La Palmeraie, Marrakech in Morocco -
There you were - sleeping - in their patio!