Continental of vision
So to that of aroma
As wafting in the
Cold morning air
One can be forgiven
For thinking, you are now
In France, enjoying that
Continental theme.
Alas, all to soon
The realisation
As traffic in haste
Shouts and horns
All eager to find a space
In a make-shift car park
They always leave their trace.
Continental of vision
And so to, that of aroma
I remember you well
Thoughts flood back
Of enjoyment and taste
As the hurried life
Often passed me by.
By
Preobrazhenskii © 2011
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