I.
lost at 2 a.m.
a Paris stranger
holds my hand
II.
my poor French
makes the waiter smile
and bring free wine
III.
my last night
the tower shimmers
with Parisian light
– – –
Heartbroken for Paris. My memories of this beautiful city are full of warm and welcoming people. My thoughts are with all Parisians as they struggle through so much tragedy.
Image: Eiffel Tower, Paris, France, c.b.w. 2003
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2015
Part of the 2015 November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge (Poetic Asides via Writer’s Digest) for the November 13 Prompt: memory
C.B. Wentworth 