The City of Ink - an ode to Lyon

Baked summer heat in 

the city of ink;

escooters, dreadlock'd deliveroos weave

through the narrow alleys trap

the heat while the mercury hits 100F

like a spike in the arm or the tattooist's needle

etched below the butterfly'd mascara, draped in loose summer

frocks and

only in Lyon can a beard compliment une Robe and

a coil of ponytail

in a sweltering cobbleston'd Ruelle.

2022