The Greeks have arrived.
Smells of freshly baked croissants and French roast greet the gray and dewey air, and from where I sit in a single cabaret chair, I watch helplessly as bare strips of a cracked and aging curb are robbed of an early morning's solitude.
Followers beat their cramping wheels against her face leaving their selfish and smothering mark as church bells scold late arrivals.
She must accommodate a higher purpose.
They demand her, and fight to own her despite the forceful gong of peace that echoes through the streets.
Then leave her, alone, to comfort their possessions.
She rests, once again, undisturbed.
Burdened by their need.
Paralyzed in her place.
A new crack breaks.
And, I can only watch helplessly.
Smells of freshly baked croissants and French roast greet the gray and dewey air, and from where I sit in a single cabaret chair, I watch helplessly as bare strips of a cracked and aging curb are robbed of an early morning's solitude.
Followers beat their cramping wheels against her face leaving their selfish and smothering mark as church bells scold late arrivals.
She must accommodate a higher purpose.
They demand her, and fight to own her despite the forceful gong of peace that echoes through the streets. Then leave her, alone, to comfort their possessions.
She rests, once again, undisturbed.
Burdened by their need.
Paralyzed in her place.
A new crack breaks.
And, I can only watch helplessly.
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