Maybe A Beret

If I thought no one
Was looking

I’d brave
the streets of Paris

Wear hats
the locals shun,

Bellow from
busy bridges

In wobbly
Foreign tongues

Deep breaths
Would fuel my poems

I’d
Butcher names
Of cheeses

Wouldn’t care
a drop

And smile
For those who
Listen

Then carry on
To shop.

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