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Paris, I know

written by: Leanne Howard Kenney

@neeneebucket

 

Paris in my mind
smells of baguettes
and butter
on a cool Spring day
in May.

Paris in my mind
smells of
centuries old sandalwood
green grass in barefoot
Musee du Louvre d'Art misunderstood
rosewood, neighborhoods and childhood.

Paris in my mind
looks like the Gardens of Versailles
the Orangeries and Parterre
where beauty is amplified
like rain formed tonnerre

Paris in my mind
looks like Montmartre
art easels, cable cars, cafés, bold colors portray
day and or night
all sweetness and light
humankind instantly aligned.

Paris in my mind
feels like padding under my feet
soft long pile that tickles my toes
envelopes my knees
presses to entreat
my words presupposed
Deities.

Paris in my mind
sounds like accordions and violins
strolling, moonlit walks
where cuddlers hide within
the pavements inter-rock, interlocks.

Paris in my mind
is a cabaret
a juke joint jumping
trumpets a blare’n, trombones a roll’n
saxophones a howl’n
back-beat black bottom stumping
an uptempo turnaround before the pianist goes strolling
leaving the rhythm section overflowing.

Paris in my mind
tastes like buttery smooth caramels
pain au chocolat, chocolat au lait et chocolat chaud
all from the great Jack Genin’s.
Oh, say poets Simon & Garfunkel, they echo and swell
and be careful of those who maraud
for the beauty of Genin can only be felt henen.

Paris in my mind
is pastries from boulangeries
delightful fromage from Laurant Debois
and ham & egg soufflés from any patisseries
where sight and smell add more calories
than the number of petit bourgeois
who marched feignions avec Patton while étudions
des informations Coppée.

Ah yes, I
remember it well.

 

—  30 —

Leanne Howard Kenney

Leanne Howard Kenney

My name is Leanne Howard Kenney.
I am a former speechwriter and press secretary for former San Diego City Councilmember current San Diego County Supervisor, Ron Roberts.
I am a former Sportswriter. A former political writer. A former public relations copy writer. A former newspaper reporter. A former . . .
Apparently, I am a former writer.
Well, that is not quite true.
I have been writing poetry on my own for quite a while. And, I have been writing the odd article here and there for my own and my friends' pleasure for years.
I started posting my poetry approximately a year ago. Where they came from, I know not.
I am just glad they came.
I hope you enjoy what I have to say.
Leanne Howard Kenney

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