Debussy's grave

journey in the heart/heat of Paris

to find Debussy’s grave

and stand in a flood of jumbled notes lapping at your knees

forget to bring a flower

but there is a rose

is there a difference between knowing it is there

and being there

does the pilgrimage make it

mean

something

you feel it in your feet

dust from cobblestones

in your body

sweating from Paris summer sun

and at your side is the girl

with flaxen hair

that you are going to marry

with Debussy playing in background

in a few weeks

a lifetime love journey

to the depths of the heart