Paris Morning Poem by Lisa Rhodes

Paris Morning



Paris in the morning-
The blushed morning sky
Touched the sidewalk. Paris
Loving itself through each
Passersbys’ footsteps
Brushing the orange marmalade sun
Through my hair,
Varnishing old age through my bones.

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Lisa Rhodes

Lisa Rhodes

Manhattan, New York City
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