Paris

He was drinking as he told me

Never lose sense of belonging

In your own life

I am not sure where it started

But my thoughts became uncharted

Miseries

He topped up his cup of tea

And asked if I had ever seen

Paris

Still Wanting

She told me of the wanting

Running through her veins

That she was always chasing

Yet trying to escape

Whatever was made smaller

Cheaper, better, in grey

She had to have more,

More, more and another

For the days when it might rain

She has but time for work and wanting

Amid the necessities of the day

The food to be got and eaten

The one appointment that cannot wait

She told me that she wondered

If the wanting might go away

If she could be a child

Or at least live that way

It seemed that she remembered

Many far-off days

When she had felt other than wanting

As she wandered and she played

And I wondered, if we were children

Would there be less buying and less waste

Or would there be piles of discarded toys

Instead of shirts and phones and paint