A parade of feathered treetops
Surging past the low moon
Whiter than usual, brighter than usual
Larger than life in a silky mint sky

A prolonged morning past
Costing me thirty euros
The price of an hour on Rue des Martyrs
Small trouble for some solitude

A moment of planned spontaneity
Stepping into the night in pyjamas
Feeling big and brave and funny
Amidst a sad and failing reality

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