empty of people,
there is just light
on a rain moistened street,
the matinee performance
sans audience
sans plaudits;
The years before The Hindenburg,
their melange of sweet perfumed absinthe
memories subverted by acrid pyre gauloises
the looking-glass stained by unrehearsed
intimacies and unrestricted desires;
the scene transfigured
by the deja-vu lens;
the accordion player,
the newspaper vendor,
the grande dame ex-voiture,
the gendarme scratching his head,
the louche and the bohemian
confreres in delight
of the forbidden things,
fruits and spices and incense..
and there is just light
on a rain moistened street,
the matinee performance,
about to begin,
again.

Laura Bailey commented on your post in Avant-Garde- WRITERS’ HAVEN. Laura Bailey 6:03pm Mar 16
A lovely and well crafted evocation of the past.
Iulia Gherghei commented on your post in Avant-Garde- WRITERS’ HAVEN. Iulia Gherghei 8:22pm Mar 16
great write! dark but great!
A good shift in style and pace! A nice tribute to Cartier Bresson’s photographs too.