A Dream of Père Lachaise Cemetery
Once, in a graveyard full of light
Filled with tombs and cement angels like
Crowded teeth in a fish’s mouth
Stained green by time
Laughter and music and love notes
All balled up at the feet of those headstones
Hydrangea scent suspended in the plinging guitar
A lanky brown cat here and there
And trees like falling pink rain
Petals blanketing my step
As I reach the top of the hill
The scene beneath me.
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world