Paolo in Paris
Paolo is sitting
at an outdoor cafe
drinking red wine.
A junk dealer
tries to sell him a watch
while an old prostitute
preens her feathers
like a game hen
clucking out stories
to herself.
Paolo winks back.
He doesn't want the watch.
Got too much time on his hands
although he wouldn’t mind
a piece of her tale.
Scott Malby
Posted over on Niederngasse
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