Sonnet © 2020 Matthew de Lacey Davidson
To be beautiful in this worldon that day, along the river Seine, smilingabout the bridges and booming flower booths.The sun was…
By day, it is thirty-five, a stain on shirt and skin.
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Jim Morrison would throw a massive party at the cemetery in ParisWhere his mortal remains were buried one bleak summer day in 1971He was the man who came back through the doorTo attend his own wake and to read moreFrom Joyce’s work-in-progress Finnegan’s WakeAnybody who has passed…
It was the Paris hotel for our first weekend away, chosen by me. Newly upgraded from one star and named after one of…