September day in Paris

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.