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Leaving Paris | Sally Lipton Derringer

Nanuet, New York

· POEM PRIZE

Des que la nuit revient, je me souviens trop bien* —Patricia Kaas

 

Our last night on the Boulevard Montmartre, you discovered,

among dusty rows of cracked pitchers and wrinkled antique

lace, the perfect sapphire ring, insisting that I have it as a reminder

of the way you thought of me. Exhausted from our walking

tour, we retraced our steps past well-known sites and statues,

arriving safely at our tiny room. I put on our new tape, looked

up the meaning of Je Me Souviens De Rien and Sans Toi, packed up

all our guidebooks, the Eiffel Towers, the French perfume.

You said how difficult it was to leave, wondered whether

we’d return. Finally, you fell asleep. I finished what was left

of the Coke Lite, laid out the next day’s clothes and shoes,

turned off the tape. Then I slept too, continuing backwards

on my own, sightseeing past old lovers, lingering

at the last attraction, finding nothing I could leave behind.

*When the night returns, I remember too well

Sally Lipton Derringer was a manuscript finalist for the Tampa Review Prize, New Issues Prize, Poets Out Loud Prize, and a semifinalist for the Brittingham Prize. Her work has appeared in Poet Lore, Los Angeles Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Solstice, Nimrod, December, Journal of the American Medical Association, and others.

Musepaper Poem Prizes #17 and #34

NOVEMBER 6, 2019 / MUSEPAPER POEM PRIZE #34/ VACATION

 

 

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