On the Seine
This is the City of Light!
It is chilly tonight.
My hazel hair in the wind—
a tree with many branches.
The riverboat floats under Pont Neuf
and it’s like passing through Heaven’s gates.
Listen!
On the river’s banks,
the music is verdant.
The French dance together, their laughter
like a wave hitting the boat.
A woman searches with her hands,
as if she wants to entrap the many stars.
A couple kisses recklessly,
like the drunk men falling over each other.
My body tingles with excitement.
I want to collect the glitter
of the night in my wide smile.
This poem is about:
Our world