Visiting Le Cimitière Montparnasse

 

It’s a rite of passage for any young writer

to visit the grave of their hero, pay respects

and on some level unconscious and agonistic

tastefully pry the baton away for themselves

in the form of a poem about visiting

the master’s grave, and about the weather that day—

whether or not it was sunny, it should be gray.

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