A June walk on Duluth

A poem

It's twilight and drizzling,
We walk in warm misty air.

Your dress, red and dazzling,
I dig the ribbon in hour hair.

The wet street gleams with fairy lights,
Rain drops glisten on your fine thighs.

We pluck mulberries from the tree there,
And lick the sweet tint off our fingers.

Alexandre de Verteuil
Alexandre de Verteuil
Senior Solutions Architect

I teach people how to see the matrix metrics.
Monkeys and sunsets make me happy.