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Poems by Inchiki



 


French Dream



my #1 favourite
French
madhouse
croissant-aree
brings unlimited limitless happiness to me

just to sit here
with a croissant
and drink tea

yes-siree

this spoon in this sugar bowl
erecting itself in a French way

this pink tulip
in a glass of water

I come here
&
I come home

no fear

that French lass
carrying a fork (!)

I move on my chair

even the very air
flushes me
pink as Normandy
apple tree

winter
summer
I am in France
and She doesn't even know it






London10  2006