Daydreaming After Seeing Midnight In Paris by Richard DavisLike Gil I would be eagerly
waiting on the backstreets
of Paris for that midnight
rendezvous with that cab
from the past hoping that
my riding companion
would be Hemingway
or Fitzgerald or Eliot.
Our cafe conversation would
last until the final note
of music faded from the stage
and dawn slipped silently
through the window
to surprise us.
I would meet that girl
on the bridge and we would walk
through the rain and lose
ourselves in talk about
art and life and love
as Paris once more cast
her spell over us
leading us back
to the bridge where
her magic would clear
the night sky just
in time to let
a full moon appear
in the dark waters of the Seine.
Knowing so well
the ways of romance
she knew that such
a scene as this could
only lead to a kiss.
10/13/2011 Posted on 10/13/2011 Copyright © 2024 Richard Davis
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