being and not being
it is all french - a being
of sartre - what a friend
an existence barely lived
a dance, a walk, a hike
a youth spent in books
in three stanzas of love
in france a hotel merges
with a railway - in DC
the same - miles of love
and forgotten bridges
i wonder where i left
the flowers i purchased
and the one i stole
so many years ago
savoir - vivre of being