Tour De France

Sir may I lend a hand?

May I take your cane?

Careful of the curb, here we go.

Put away your cup, turning down the lane

Listen to the squeak of the bakery cart

Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs

Do you hear the laugh coming from the priest?

He has crinkly eyes

Looking through the glass focused on the feast in the grocery window

There's a display that is three melon slices deep

As children walk out the door holding sweet lemon ices

Sweet lemon ices

Blind man:

What was that?

An envelope opens

A cat in a hallway

A filament flashes, flickers, and dies

And there goes a hat

Thrown in the air

Thrown in the air

I can feel every stranger in Paris

Just waiting to collide

How a heart can pull like moon as we circle each other

Then crashing together

We end up open wide

Here where the buses stop you can find a kiosk under staples and glue

Now the barbershop, now the laundromat, now we're at the metro. Adieu!

Blind man:

Wait! Tell me your name!

Goodbye!

Blind man:

Goodbye. Thank you!

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I can see everything clearly now from here!