For Stacey Harwood, there then and here now
I saw you 25, Stace, at place du Châtelet,
This same morning, on my way to work.
Striding along in a skirl of wind,
Like time coursing along its crossed ruts & channels
Like baby in the bath splashing
airborne silky skeins & webs & flashing rainbows
In rays of light.
And dark
- I was thinking of the coffee in the thermos in my purple nylon
gymbag: how good that can be - But,
I knew on seeing you pass that big café,
with your concentrated air of uncertain determination
so darling at 25, I know
All was well with you now,
along the line where you be when you are not 25 at place du Châtelet, That,
the tendrils that bind and loose
are steeping well in delicious fat dreams,
nourishing plans and projects still.
-- by Tracy Danison, Paris, 10 November 2015
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