Late Autumn Shock Therapy

On a warm late-autumn day

In Paris,

A man stumbles down

A narrow cobble stone street

In the Seventh,

Staring up at the chiseled embellishments

Of the shadowing buildings,

Which he’s never noted before, thinking,

“Why does it take this kind of a day

to get me to notice, my God,

thou great Snuffleupagus?"

Stumbling down-headed on a

Cobblestone street,

In Paris,

On a warm late-autumn day.