///Cobras.Talking.Honey:
We faced the scene on bar stools,
Talking to Toulouse from the sky.
Red roofs reflecting
Honey-coloured clouds
Till the city glowed Aperol
La Ville Rose
Summer’s syrupy delight
Stacked and woven
In streets and tiles
No matter the hour
Passers by move slow as amber
And black cars slide like cobras;
3pm from this height
Stretches for an impossible duration
On Ma Biche Sur le Toit
If you time it right.
- Theodora Young