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. Continue reading Chocolates, Macaroons and The Little Sparrow by Amy Abdullah Barry