during a very ordinary

lunch break

she wishes upon her pen 

’til misty posts 

envelope her…

so bidding her office 

a quick adieu 

she flys on the back 

of a Parisian post card

and swims 

for exactly one half hour

in the Seine

’til her ordinary world

once again 

collapses upon her

and she can no longer 

distinguish

flocks of swans 

from falling files 

and projects.

she towels herself 

off

then looks for the pen

she dropped 

outside a little cafe

on her

very ordinary 

lunch break