the gift
mouth
Tempe skies shaded Parisian
call for gentle dens, the careful placement of
hands
Pacific,
Pacific
the quays of the Seine shoo pigeons
into sundowns colored desert and above
young lovers in the umbrella light of dim
lampposts,
kissing terrific, again and again
I like the subtle ways Keith brings Paris and Arizona together in this poem, and I love the sensuous beauty of the last two lines. It doesn't get much better than that!
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