Are the roses in bloom in the Bois de Boulogne
Wild flowers ablaze in the cool Texas dawn?
Do high heels still rule on the Champs-Élysées
La moda high style on the Rue de la Paix?
Does the temple still stand in that fine Cheswick Garden
Where once I stood on a chill autumn day
Do muezzin still call in the garden Lahore
Is English still spoken round Mandalay Bay?
Outside passed midnight looking up at the stars
Soft glow in the night like hanging cigars
Missing her smell
Missing her taste.
The same in all language, distant reflection
of those times you didn’t know
were the moments of perfection.