After The Night
Let’s step down this street right now, washed
bright as our shining faces in the early pre-dawn light.
We’ll welcome the cool air of March
on our skin and breathe in the scent of freshly
baking pistolettes as we meander over cobblestones
worn smooth over time by thousands of footsteps.
We’ll watch the pigeons pecking for errant crumbs in
the banquette cracks suddenly startled by the passing
of a lone musician, coronet in one hand and fried
chicken leg in the other, home-bound in his wrinkled
white shirt, the echoes of last night’s melodies swirling
around his receding image.
Rodrigue blues and Hunter reds will pleasure our eyes
and a heavy spring dew will drip, drip, drip from the
galleries, sparkling like fading moon dust on the fragrant
buds of the tea olives. We’ll step into that coffee shop where
steaming mugs of French roast wait for us as the sun rises
over cloudy slate roofs making them shine like a brand new life.
6 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo: Day14 – After The Night”
Simply sensually delectable….a wonderful send off to sleep…..
I fall asleep before the French Roast these days…but I do go seek it later…sometime after the sun rises.
I loved this.
Thanks for your comments! And thanks for visiting me here, Dawn! 🙂
Wonderful imagery – I like how easily you evoke the rhythm of the street. Absolutely love the line “sparkling like fading moon dust on the fragrant buds of the tea olives” – wonderful!
You created imagery as clear as a big screen scene. I wanted to walk down that street and share a warm morning drink. Really good writing.
Thank you both!