in Paris,
a century ago,
they would perfume the air
while
the windows
were shut tight.
they would
push the scent of lilacs
and lavender
into the high glassed
ceilings.
politics
are like that.
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- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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