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A poem

Photo by Jan Kopřiva on Unsplash

I tried to bottle
the scent of Paris for you;
an air specific, evenly weighted
with class and disgust
pipes and hot flour
mopeds and pastis

south, the cicadas make the air
breathe like waves
when they fall silent I am afraid
a tourist or abandoned
a storm or sun in breach



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Jasmine Poulton

English poet, writer and actress based in Los Angeles. Founder and editor of “Sundays” Journal. ~Perpetually speaking metaphorically~