cafes in paris
i can’t speak
a foreign language
i can’t speak english well enough
to satiate my own thirst
for what it is that i want from this world
but i’ve sat in cafes in paris
staring at a statue of balzac by rodin
with the swirl of boisterous discourse
going on all around me
not understanding
a single word being said
and i felt more alive that way
i feltl like the luckiest man
on the face of the earth.
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