Wednesday, May 13, 2009

when it pours, people just stop and wait

--as if there is nowhere to be.

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C'est une deluge, no?
Hard rain shoots up, falls back down
incandescent streets.

Cafe Mondrian
tables face'd to people watch
smoke weaves through the chairs.

rich brown leathers
neutrals pop in wools and silks
hair, shoes: intended.

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3 comments:

jilly said...

your imagery is impeccable. more!
(where's your other blog?)

Rudiger said...

In Paris, there is nowhere else to be.

Ellie said...

i like.

it rained here today, finally. i'd been asking for rain for what feels like weeks.