Memory

Today
We walked
On cobbled
Streets and
Wandered
Here
Then
There -
Stopped
To hear
Some street
Musicians
Singing
La Vie en Rose -
That you whistled

As we walked away;

Watched
The tourists
Dance to
The beat of
Drums -

Their clothing

Gently swayed

In time -

We saw
A rainbow
Made of soapy
Bubbles spread
Across the sky
And sat a while
And watched
The people
Walking by.

We talked
Laughed
And shared
Some dreams
A little -
And really
Just were.

No trinkets
Bought -
Instead
These streets
Of memory
Are souvenir
Enough
On
This summery
Afternoon
Of joy.

© Eleanor Clark

14 September, 2014