Aix

Aix

I see it now, the high warm walls
beside the cobbled alley,
Provence in Spring! The blackbird calls
me from my class to dally
and so I miss the meeting times
and find myself assigned
to class with you, while lilac climbs
the wall to still remind
my senses of that perfumed day,
the purple laden wall,
the Mistral statue and the play
we played until the Fall.


LRH
3.25.07