What else could we do that night when the Dog Star was rabid
in the sky over France? After the Louvre where
Mona Lisa pulled a revolver from her lap,
Gauloise dangling from her lips, crying «Vive la résistance!»
Our brains abandoned by laughter
slamming through countries without repercussion,
air brakes on trains not powerful enough to stop us
from our hero’s journey, our youth unloaded
and stacked with backpacks on the platform, American
pancakes, milk and cookies food fighting with croissants snapping open
switchblades of butter. Nothing more important.
Chanson du ricochet: Song of stones, skipping over water.
For Shay’s Word Garden
qbit 
air breaks on trains not powerful enough … wow, and wow I dig your writing
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Thank you!!
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Just another night on the Metro!
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Hahaha. Yep.
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I love that line “our youth unloaded / and stacked with backpacks on the platform”. Wonderful!
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OMG, this is so much fun to read, right from the first line…..I can SEE the Mona Lisa with a Galoise and her vive le resistance. Too clever for words. I love best the “Song of stones, skipping over water.” Wonderful.
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Thank you!!!
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Switchblades of butter always do stab me right in the hips!! 🤣
Always love your word play Qbit and this was awesome!
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Hahaha!
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