Devant moi marchait Nathalie
     Elle avait un joli nom, mon guide.

        Gilbert Bécaud

(Poem by Wendy Howe )

Along Spring's plaza of trees
he still walks
charged by volts of sunlight
and old music hall tunes.

He wears a white shirt
with a marlin-blue tie
as he moves past
some hunched men
bowling on the lawn.

They grumble
about the game and then look up
questioning their neighbor's
afternoon stroll.
Some insist he is here
to simply exercise.
Others say he is searching
for traces of Nathalie,
the Russian muse
he immortalized
in his lyrics --- years ago.

As the players gossip,
their pétanque feet
relaxed with the break,
he notices the red
geraniums blooming
near a stone fountain
and the candy wrapper
left glittering on a bench.

No chocolate
but its gold foil
flashes to the domed roofs
of the Kremlin and the curling
glamour of a girl's hair.

She turns around
and asks for a light, her cigarette
poised like slender chalk
to sign the cold air
and their encounter
with ellipses of fire....the rest
of the picture drawn
later in a café and his song.
© 2011, Wendy Howe. E-mail.

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Epigram is translated from the French song, Nathalie, meaning :
Nathalie walked in front of me.
She had a pretty name, my guide.

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