In the museum,
I got spooked
by a Chinese bogeyman.White clouds are building
new skylines
behind the eternal
stone monuments.
A ragged seagull and I
waiting by the river
for the next rain.
The breeze brings us greetings
and salt from the sea.
In the company of strangers
I hear
the languages of the world.
A Russian man
buys
an Eiffel tower
and three Korean youths
are lighting cigarettes,
with rain beating down on the Louvre.
And ravens are pillaging
rubbish bins in the park.
