Thursday, March 26, 2015

p a r i s last quarter

it's dark
under      a bird net
inside      a hall toilet
i can't hear the boulevard montparnasse
or
the owl that flies over carrefour expresse

posts said clear but the sills
remained
rained
upon

the lift door
below this top floor
opens whining
shuts just as bitterly

I'm making 2 films about a fountain
frisson
30 drops
but like spring
they are subject to change

the moon's last quarter opens
lent is spent
in Notre Dame des Champs (not on the tourists' destination)
an old woman arranges palm fronds and red carnations
young blue-robed monks and nuns bounce through the nave
gave me times for complines, vespers