Le Carrousel au Jardin du Luxembourg
by Jean Latour
It goes on and hurries to some end,
just circling and turning without a goal.
Flashes of red, of green, of grey whirl past,
solid shapes barely glimpsed.
Sometimes a smile comes toward us,
and, like a blessing, shines and is gone
in this dizzying parade with no destination.
all observation. no questions. no answers. being.ReplyDelete
"dizzying parade with no destination"--life. And yes, erin, being.ReplyDelete