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Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 4, December 2019
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Amelia Fielden
Canberra, ACT, Australia


The Last Time I Saw Paris

A bone-chilling winter. The other day, low-hanging icicles closed the Eiffel Tower to tourists. Snow has fallen again overnight. On the long hill the steep steps to the gleaming dome of Sainte Chapelle are crusted with ice, as we make our ascent from Monmartre metro station. The Place des Arts is deserted save for a lone painter in an army greatcoat. Shivering, I glance at his canvas, a skeleton tree shrouded under a blur of impressionistic grey clouds. Around the corner, in a twisting lane, we find a small bistro beaming light onto the cobbles. Inside, an old-fashioned wood stove crackles.

oak table
by the window, curtained
in red velvet,
two glasses of burgundy
reflecting candle flames

Beyond the window, snow swirls from the darkening sky. Neon lights flicker the name Le Lapin Qui Rit* above the entrance to a hole-in-the-wall bar across the way.

the rabbit laughs
as my lover lies to me . . .
Paris
City of Lights, what passions
have smoldered, then died here


Author’s Note: * The Laughing Rabbit

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