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Noctambus in Paris

Posted to Action Poetry

I'm no sweet poussin
I'm leaving today
Est-ce que le dernier autobus est parti?
Lovelorn hiatus from
Misery whilst thinking
Of home and you.

Luminous words in a strange land
Lowly feelings of regret
Impassioned words of yearning
Yearning for sacredness
Standing in the street
In the rain
In distraught
In ostensible
Feelings of happiness
Whilst waiting for the bus