Reve Parisienne

Walking in the back streets of Paris On a warm balmy evening Talking with a friend enjoying The night and watching As the people went on their way Unhurriedly ,also enjoying the day. The pace was slow Sun a fading glow Shadows growing long Nearby a busker sang a love song While a nightingale Gave a melodius refrain We imagined a little ball Which we played keepie-up Flicking it with hands Feet, shoulders and head Daring the other to let it fall People smiled as we went by. Some would stop to join in Smiling and laughing Creating a joyous din All twitching and almost dancing Keeping the ball in the air Young and old ,female and male. Young ladies also joined Carefree without any cares Café types on the pavement bars Leaped to their feet When the finally saw What we were about. My friend and I nodded The one to the other And smiled at the revelation Revealed and displayed That imagination caught And spread throughout. For as I will reveal here You see no ball existed here Just imagination that lit Peoples life to bring a smile To faces of all hues On a balmy summers Parisian night. Andrew mcintyre 12/07/2022.