the streets after midnight seemed quiet…nothing boisterous…not loud…gentle..

the avenues and boulevards were of light and fragrances of rose and lilies invited a stranger to walk among boutiques and half filled cafes…

never knowing the next move…lost in a city as old as tombs of alabaster…with painted ladies peeling…and columns reaching for…stretching out…to a starry night..

and languages mumbled in thick tongues through mustache mouths…men leaning on men…glancing at my silence..

I feel at home in these streets…on this rue…no need to wander any longer….

goodbye America….goodbye….