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| On a bridge overlooking the Seine (Paris, France) |
A Paris morning
Umbrellas waltz past
On the sidewalk
below.
Windshield wipers
dash away the rain.
Water droplets
Spatter the wrought
iron fence
Above our small
veranda,
Overlooking the
ancient buildings
Across the rue.
Across the rue.
The grand opera house
Withstands yet
another blast of water
On its weathered
structure.
Engraved silhouettes
in granite
Look down upon
fleeting man,
Their art a testimony
To their age.
They've borne the
weathering of time
While man departs--
His fleeting fashions
of the hour
Testifying
To his short-lived
days.
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| In View of the Louvre (Paris, France) |
About the poem: On the first morning after our arrival in Paris, we awakened to rain. Our luggage was somewhere in the air at the time, having been separated from us en route. I wasn't sure how we'd manage a whole day of outdoor touring without our packed rain gear--but, fortunately, the sun shone brightly within a few short hours!
About this series: In my next several posts, I'll be chronicling our trip to Europe in a series of travel devotionals.
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