Oh, Marseille

16 Oct

I watched
the last leaves
turn in Europe
between Bou Jeloud
and Bab Fetouh.

I sang a song that
went something like:

“My mind is poorly
endowed, but then
my flesh is no
better.”

Abruptly, I
recognized
a solution that
was enigmatically
perfect.

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