Paris in the morning- <br />The blushed morning sky <br />Touched the sidewalk. Paris <br />Loving itself through each <br />Passersbys’ footsteps <br />Brushing the orange marmalade sun <br />Through my hair, <br />Varnishing old age through my bones.<br /><br />Lisa Rhodes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paris-morning/
