I’ve been here forever
hidden in fantasies,
dimly lit rooms where
moonbeams caper blithely
on the river Seine.
All of my memories are strangers
that come and go.
I want them to know
the smokey purple of lunar tides,
the bittersweet of Rose red.
They linger beneath lamp lit streets,
shadows on tiger paws.

Rue de Seine (1971) …David Hockney
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