By hollywoodfox
Date: 2012 Sep 18
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Wasting Time in Paris

It's apple season, the
woman said.
See? You can feel it.
She pointed to her
forearm, covered half in
and half in goosebumps.
I feel Minneapolis slip
across my shoulders and
the path pushes my feet.
New York spins me with
two sets of hands and
Both cities whisper,
Deep in New Hampshire,
the stars
Wave to me.
One waves brighter.

A desire grows inside;
To be asked for colors,
to be told of colors that
don't yet exist.

Now I'm wasting time in
Paris, wondering
what love does in Paris
When it is alone in Paris.