French
madhouse
croissant-aree
brings unlimited limitless happiness to me
just to sit here
with a croissant
and drink tea
yes-siree
this spoon in this sugar bowl
erecting itself in a French way
this pink tulip
in a glass of water
I come here
&
I come home
no fear
that French lass –
carrying a fork (!)
I move on my chair
even the very air
flushes me
pink as Normandy
apple tree
winter
summer
I am in France
and She doesn’t even know it
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