The days are still collapsing,
Slipping landscapes making travel
Here seem drawn to no effect.

And no, I can’t accept that
Every footprint goes to dust
And every time I look
Behind me touches of your shape
Give way for time to catch its breath,
But I’m still running.

The evenings now are emptied, too.
The moments painted tenebrist
And all I’ve left are stepped upon
Ablated sketches of a place,
And days gone by.

Say hi to me again, and all
I hear are notes in falling,
Echoes of the snow
To melt like so much
Winter’s taken leave.

#Paris #France

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