Saint-Louis Square

the sultry days of summer,
in which the afternoons
are acrid but humming
with cool crowds
and birds back for more...

or the empty white winter mornings,
with footpaths carved in the snow
from workday weirdos and squirrels,
blinding back the gray sky
for universal vendettas
from long before my time...

oh these journeys, searching,
wayward and perfect
for finding the right tea towel
to take you through the cold months
or a good quick love
to inspire you through autumn.