we will walk on gravel paths
studded with gemstones.
Our plates and bowls
will be chipped porcelain
exquisitely painted.
When we drive in our weary car,
we will listen to Mozart.
Sunlight will fade our carpet
and our windows
will be draped
in fine French lace.
We will dress for work
and undress for pleasure.

Sway and I'll steady you.
If I slip, you'll right me.
Each will soften the landings
of the other's great leaps.

As we sit at this cafe table in Montmartre,
sheltered from the downpour,
I see our future.
I will write it down on torn paper,
using a sapphire pen.

2007-Nonnie Augustine

New Heading

New Text

Copyright @The Linnet's Wings 2023--All Rights Reserved