Monmartre

"Monmartre"

by Brittany Cardinas

There was this woman.

She had short white hair

That curled just below her

Ears and wisped across her forehead.

An ebony beret contrasted her locks.

She cradled three baguettes in her

Left arm. From head to toe, she

Donned all black—her shawl, her

Stockings, her gloves, 

Her laced shoes. The basket

Of tomatoes and various greens

She carried in her right hand

Seemed to weigh down on her

As she trudged up the steps of

Monmartre. She looked up for

A moment, and when I met her

Eyes, I saw a basket weighing

On her spirit too.