Le Beaupre

There’s a little café

along Avenue de Suffren

where I sat with you

one cold, grey morning,

sharing sandwiches and Indian tonic.

So beautiful sitting there —

Paris as a backdrop, the years between us —

Everything that’s good in life,

was there that cold, grey morning.

Your face, your smile — you,

had replaced the sun

which seemed to have disappeared.

New York City, August 2002