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In the Luxembourg Gardens

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May 2020, no. 421

In the Luxembourg Gardens

by
May 2020, no. 421

The languid water of a fountain
rises to a steady height, collapses
upon itself, splashing

a stone bowl on a pedestal.
The elliptical pool ripples
in the afternoon’s light air.

This is where people gather
to be alone or with others,
where children lend their

exuberance – festive – to
the otherwise tranquil scene.
We are in the midst of a plague,

but you wouldn’t know it, just as
we don’t know we won’t exist
someday every day. Perhaps it is

because we never will die – but
that is at best a belief and more
likely a faith in benignity.

The plague gathers impetus and
victims, passing among us before
it, too, passes away. No death, no life.

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