The Sunset Seeped Off the Seine

The sunset seeped off the Seine

dripping down our shoulders and fingers

in the oranges of the Musée d’Orsay

cigarette smoke danced in the scattering light

as if in symphony

with the orchestra of some far-off conductor

to fall and rise and fall at once—

the light lilting to our laughs

splitting into a thousand pieces

and we were caught in the center of it

hung among the stars

suspended in the disco ball of space.

xx Atticus

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