Cobblestone grips the heel of my shoe
preventing me another step.
The arm of a Frenchman would be fitting.
The narrow street from where I stand
my eyes take in the Seine.
Its beauty no longer a fantasy but a tangible sight.
Continuing my steps with only one shoe
will not be a catastrophe.
I’m in Paris France.
Copyright Ó 2001 by Valerie Calamese
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