lost at 2 a.m.
a Paris stranger
holds my hand

my poor French
makes the waiter smile
and bring free wine

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

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