This poem is taken from Stand 221, 17(1) March - May 2019.

Jo-Ann Mort Poem

We visited the Louvre where at least one prince reeled in his own reverie.
Trocadero, where you took my picture to freeze my love for you forever.

In a bar near the Odeon, we toasted your friends who lost wives and lovers
to illness, madness, envy, or hate.
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