Alex Nodopaka

Rookie - 450 Points (1940 / Russia)

It's Paris, You Know! - Poem by Alex Nodopaka

Standing inside the bus
holding on to the overhead hand strap
we sway to the rhythms of Paris
reflecting in the vitrines.

Paris in Springtime skips
window to window
dancing before 4 eyes
gazing in tandem out of the bus.

Dressed all snappy we ride
watching out for the Eiffel bus stop.
Meanwhile I write
three poems and toss them

into a carrefour fountain under three coins.
I envision another five poems.
to be written inside a pebble
with five interconnected holes

communicating with each other
by sound wavelength frequency.
Ear to ear like mouth to mouth.
Well, it's Paris, you know.

A silver wall plaque zips by, it reads,
Here resided Mistinguett.
I melt tho she was well before my time
and unlike the street sparrow Piaf

every time I hear her sing my throat throbs
my eyes tear
I break to pieces
Well, it's Paris, you know.

Topic(s) of this poem: Paris

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 21, 2014

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