Saint-Michel

Around Saint-Michel's neighbourhood we tread,

Between warmth enough and cool breeze.

The sun's gentle move through clouds,

While my weary feet softly announce their shrouds.

In quiet coffee sips, we capture red lips,

A silent ode to fleeting slips.

Why so many pictures?

To hold time's whispers, memories.

We got a baguette tradition,

In great company.

Here, time slows its relentless,

In shared silence, let’s stay.

X,

Nina

This brief poem was written during a coffee break at Shakespeare & Company in Paris a few days ago. An unyielding yearning to freeze moments. I refer to it as my "desperate poem."