Here, upon this
Boulevard
we kiss
hand in hand
(our laughter
encapsulating us)
as the click
of a camera does
And we become
the passing photograph
of a tourist
other than us
& his keen eye
that sees not us
but all the lovers
who ever there were
who sat: thus
and of which we are just
the new representatives
a series of lovers
stretching back
in a long line of perspective
through time
each different – each the same
turning into a typical
Parisian scene
a pastiche postcard
it would almost seem
“The Kiss Of The Laughing Lovers... Boulevard Saint-Germain.”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-present-reincarnation/
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