Shakespeare and Company
I knew you when
nothing was trending
in a world without a wide web.
Nigh overhead a cobweb
dallies in your cathedral of books.
Windows the Seine overlooks
- still - how I rushed in the rain
homesick, an American
in Paris sans Gershwin's score.
You opened your door.
A beacon in a city of light when
I was twenty and reticent.
We needed no music, no cafe
on rendezvous; it was how you say
"read me" "come upstairs"
"forget the time", as though you cared.