Bicycle Zings


Wheels circulate gravelly spring reminiscence.
Paris chimes the arrival of iridescent chariots,
Sailing through narrow streets.

Seasonal grace grows upon the Eiffel Tower.
Burning lights soon shed naive indulgence,
Faintly illuminating lifespans,
Within the watery crevices
Underneath the pyretic painted moon canvas.
Lily irises lock love itself onto delicate gold.

Fireworks explode among lucky sweethearts.
Bells blare and signal the nightingale’s return,
Riding between amorous breezes.

J’aime Paris!


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