Tour De France

Sir may I lend a hand?
 May I take your cane?
 Careful of the curb, here we go.
 Put away your cup, turning down the lane
 Listen to the squeak of the bakery cart
 Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs
 Do you hear the laugh coming from the priest?
 He has crinkly eyes
 Looking through the glass focused on the feast in the grocery window
 There's a display that is three melon slices deep
 As children walk out the door holding sweet lemon ices
 Sweet lemon ices
 Blind man:
 What was that?
 An envelope opens
 A cat in a hallway
 A filament flashes, flickers, and dies
 And there goes a hat
 Thrown in the air
 Thrown in the air
 I can feel every stranger in Paris
 Just waiting to collide
 How a heart can pull like moon as we circle each other
 Then crashing together
 We end up open wide
 Here where the buses stop you can find a kiosk under staples and glue
 Now the barbershop, now the laundromat, now we're at the metro. Adieu!
 Blind man:
 Wait! Tell me your name!
 Goodbye!
 Blind man:
 Goodbye. Thank you!
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 I can see everything clearly now from here!