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  • Beneath the arch
    Where the sand stirs up fine dust and clay
    Below stucco commissioned by Napoleon
    Two girls in bright dresses
    Park their bicycles and stand side-by-side
    Straighten out their chiffon pleats
    Glance at each other and smile
    Conspiring with joy
    One look
    Then they burst out in unaccompanied song
    Operatic arias
    Tales of Hoffman soaring through the L'Arc du Carrousel
    Where horses once paraded in circuitous order
    Manes aflounce with pride and glory
    belle nuit, o nuit d'amour
    These naked voices
    Not yet darkened
    with the vagaries of the years
    Nor textured with the grain of hardship
    Speak instead of an open, yawning youth.
    They can't be more than twenty-three
    That time when the mouth of the world
    Opens with colour and stirring possibility.
    I am stung
    Rooted to the spot by these voices
    Twinned and imperfect
    Soaring and flawed
    Young vintages
    Without the milky quality of those stage divas
    That grain of the voice
    Mixed with the clay of the arches
    I am stupefied
    And finally understand
    The beauty and wonder
    Of a simple aria.
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