Enchantment Foregone


The Seine is with me in my sleep
and in my hours of schooling
(as are you, my little ones)
of wakefulness deterred
(I want to take you back)
by spells that leave the night
(We let so much of it)
to whisk me off like a cloud
(through ceiling-high windows)
over the Eiffel Tower
(through maples swallow pitched)
over the chanted lake
(even into our sleep)
where sailboats chased you here
and there, even as my heart.