Monday, August 11, 2008: On the Street.....Two, Paris

Before my brother the banker
Became a banker,

He told me he thought he’d move out
To the countryside.

Well, why would you go and do that?
I’d asked him, perplexed.

I don’t remember his answer,
Only his face.

And when I saw him this morning
He looked the same

As he did that day: wistful,
Tired, windblown.