Pont de Solferino, Winter 2005

 

Tourists in the City of Lights, by Michael A.

On the Pont des Arts
Honeymooners ask me
To snap their pic;
Behind them

On the island
Where Paris began,
Caesar spoke
With men who had walked

A thousand miles
Through eastern
Forest so dense
They never saw the sun.

Consider them
When your morning shadow
Greets you at the Deux Magots.

Peripherique, 23 Dec 2005

 

CDG 2E, 23 Dec 2005

 

Multiple Haikus, by Michael A.

Fleshtones

Of our café au lait,

Highlights of morning

Sun in your hair;

You close your eyes

And raise your skirt

Allowing the glory of your legs

To me and the sun

And a suddenly attentive waiter.

"Penguins,"

You call the waiters in Paris,

Black vests and legless

Long white aprons

While new leaves

Dapple last swirls

Of jam and mustard,

The art of breakfast.

Rue de Courcelles, 16 Dec 2005

 

Ave. Friedland, 16 Dec 2005

 

Champagne Haiku, by Michael A.

CHAMPAGNE HAIKU
(for Mad!)
 
The man undoes the clasp
To get things started
With six half-turns counter-
 
Clockwise; the woman
Knows there are only six
Glasses in the bottle.

Rue St. Honore, 15 Dec 2005

 

Paris Haikus, by Michael A.

Late night along the Quai Voltaire

Shouting our echoes off the Louvre.

(And Paris answered with a distant

Voice across the river, "Shut up!")

We walked mornings along the Seine

Determined to cross every bridge.

Night without you

On the Pont des Beaux Arts,

I close my eyes on Paris.

Place Sartre-Beauvoir, 11 Dec 2005

Tracy took this with a Motorola V547 phone

Rue du Sabot, 11 Dec 2005

Tracy took this picture with a Motorola V547

L'Etoile, 11 Dec 2005

 

Champs Elysees, 11 Dec 2005

 

L'Etoile, 11 Dec 2005

 

Pere Lachaise, 11 Dec 2005

 

Pere Lachaise, 11 Dec 2005

 

Pere Lachaise, 11 Dec 2005

 

Pere Lachaise, 11 Dec 2005

 

Pere Lachaise, 11 Dec 2005

 

Chatelet Metro, 10 Dec 2005

Tracy took this with a Motorola V547

42 Bus, 10 Dec 2005

92 Bus, 10 Dec 2005

 

Ave. de la Bourdonnais, 10 Dec 2005

 

42 Bus, 10 Dec 2005

 

Paris Haikus, by Michael A.

Paris where you loved me;

They ask about you at the Flore.

A color

Has gone out of the sunset.

I close my eyes

And get old without you.

Morning at the Deux Magots,

I sit with your son at our old table.

42 Bus, 10 Dec 2005

 

42 Bus, 10 Dec 2005

 

Rue Boissy d'Anglas, 10 Dec 2005

 

Eglise de la Madeleine, 10 Dec 2005

 

84 Bus, 10 Dec 2005

 

Paris Haiku, by Michael A.

We closed the Flore;
I forgot my glasses,
Unaware that I was blind.

Avenue Niel, 3 Dec 2005