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Paris
Dreaming of a small cafe in Paris in the fall,
Wandering the streets at leisure and
Finding beautiful places to read and write.
But this isn’t Paris.
Dreams of walking along the cobblestones
In my favorite sneakers or my
Snazzy little brown ankle boots instead of
Wet shoes
On hot pavement
And hours in traffic with people I barely know after 5 & ½ years.
And this isn’t Paris.
Catacombs, the Louvre, and the Eiffel Tower as autumn leaves fall around me.
A beautiful solo trip.
Time to slow down, appreciate my life and take the time to know myself.
To smile in the rain
But this cramped 15-passenger van that smells like my drunk step-grandpa
And the way the humidity makes you adore the AC,
The way they go about this vacation in a non-stop flow of insanity and hundred-degree heat,
The way I don’t want to get in the water,
The way I’m protecting these pages with my life, for fear of someone reading them,
And the way the virgin Pina Coladas make me think this is somewhat bearable,
All of this,
Just serves as a reminder that
this isn’t Paris.
But maybe, in my dreams, it could be.
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