Hottening endless summer at a pavement café
your hand trembles
as you sip coffee,
“What do you think of me?”
You melt back into your world,
I float in a dream
like a phantom whisper.
Paris scent lingers.
Chocolates, macaroons and Piaf’s crooning—
perfect rendezvous,
a mysterious bond between us, and
there’s nothing we can do.
Amy Abdullah Barry’s poetry never fails to delight. She is a Treasure!
Delightful poem Amy, says a lot in such a short piece
Beautiful poem. Capturing a moment in time in Paris.