PARIS IN A VASE, a poem written by Bene Kusendila at Spillwords.com

PARIS IN A VASE

PARIS IN A VASE

written by: Bene Kusendila

 

While the memories like Japonicas in a jar,
while seagulls circle over the fountain,
and you, my heart, would choose a rainbow kaleidoscope
over glory on the Elysian Fields,

I can give you the screams of ‘gars’ who jumped in,
a wasp surprised in an upside-down cola glass.
Leaves tickled by sunlight, and ink the pale tints of your face
dripping from an umbrella in Montmartre

when the winds come and cut like a Swiss.
When the Camelia flowers behind the Notre Dame
try one more time to bloom for my camera,
I save Paris in a vase. The music of children jumping in

after us-
An album of le Quatorze Juillet on the coffee table,
la Quatre-Septembre* outside.

 

*  La Quatre Septembre is an underground station located in Paris

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