Afternoons in Marseille

String of pearly aprés-midis
Le Panier closed up for winter
Still the Red Line runs.

Our most silent tourism
Into bright, cool air
Still in hot rooms.

A baby grizzled on our chests
While the lioness watched
While her mate guarded her.

No bus lines take tourists here
Where the universe of consciousness
Spins silently as the baby sleeps.

This is real Marseille
Where languages collide
Where loves and lives mingle.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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