FOR AN INSTANT
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 The Book of Possibilities |
For an instant, I swear, something smelled
Just like France
Funny how it was
The sun was just coming out
Jumping the temperature
Tens of degrees
My fingers were melting in my gloves
But I was in Le Puy En Velay
Standing before the forbidden sweet shop
Dreaming pastries and munching bread
Alison recounting the night before
Like a legend of antiquity
And as we began the descent
From the cathedral, bats filled the sky
The twilight was dense
We, heady and tired, could
Only stand and stare and
Then walk wearily
Leaving intense exploration to the next day
And the bats filled the sky
Over St. Michael of the Needle
Over the statue of the Virgin
Replete with guns recovered in war
A gesture of peace, menace overthrown -
But the smell, whatever it was
Doesn't take me there
Just away
And here, my ears are burning in the cold
And the driveway is damn hard to shovel
And do people really subject themselves to this on purpose
Because I've been to France in the spring
Where the closest thing to snow is powdered sugar
And the closest distance between here and there
Is an instant of smell
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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