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How I miss the Seine – brackish
green-black waters fed by jars
where painters clean their brushes.
It doesn’t promise hope; one reason why
I miss it. No one swims there alive,
not Poseidon, not Apollo. During his
lunch break, Poseidon strolls along
its shores, then rushes to Monoprix
where he sells Speedos. Olympians
be warned.