in the park
of a typical Parisian square
in the spring - where
the entrance to the 'metro' at
'Sevre - Babylone' waits to take you,
into the city - as
young children play
and mothers watch-over
and all life is there - amongst
the typical 'hubbub'
of a city and...
and I am taken back - it
is fifty years ago
and I am taken back to this address.
To '8 Rue de Babylon' - Enter
through a door
into the small courtyard beyond,
past a small shuttered window - nip
past the concierges apartment,
up the many flights of stairs
to a small dusty flat - with
enough space for young lovers
there's a little window to enjoy
a view of the city - (and
the 'Le Bon Marche'
where 'Beaujolais nouveau'
was two francs a bottle) - and
a boulangerie,
every morning; for breakfast,
fresh croissants and bread - and
now, here I sit
looking up at that building
where paper planes once spiralled - from
the little window high above me,
floating on the breeze,
landing by the very same spot - where,
with my wife
I now sit and I start...
reminiscing
