Quand je serai dans le Marais

It seems beyond all reason

but there’ll soon arrive a day –
August twenty-sixth –
quand je serai dans le Marais –

medieval Paris enclave
wherein convents and hôtels
all mixed aristocratically
to breed their arcane spells.

Last night I dreamed as I sat there
to nurse a café cup,
I saw, converging in its steam,
four ghosts of nuns erupt.

I don’t know why – though I confess
I was a trifle shaken.
I thought to ask – but quickly fled
instead, then, to awaken.








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