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Eileen Riley
PARISIAN ODYSSEY
Last night I walked the streets of Paris
with the ghost of Baudelaire;
. tales brought forth by absinthe breath
and opium mind.
Notre Dame shimmered in the mist
of a midnight drizzle
nurturing the flowers of evil in the
manicured gardens surrounding it.
"Spirits roam the streets at night
seeking solace from the dampness.
Daylight holds no comfort for us."
We turned onto the Boul' Mich and saw
Nerval walking his pet lobster on a leash.
The chimes rang out the welcome to a new day
and with the first light of dawn
we were gone.
Gary W. Harner
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