Let the monumental go dim!
I'm not infatuated with Paris.
Let that city be an afterthought,
retreating into mist and gestures.
Paint me instead one black lamp
standing glassy and almost real.
Paint me what's beneath umbrellas,
the wet thoughts of eternal people
gathering for the sake of enigma,
who breathe in equivocal autumn
and turn their backs on structure.
|Autumn in Paris|
copyright © the artist Dusan Djukaric
~ TB, 2013