One cannot be too careful on Paris rooftops
in the dawn light after a night of faunication.
Dew makes the zinc slippery, on purpose,
just to catch the returning faun off-guard.
The welded plates are treacherous. Roofers
knew it all along. Hooves are dew-averse,
they said, what of the fauns on bedroom visits?
But dewdrops sure make the fur glisten,
almost sparkle. A falling faun, hornset first,
is quite the roman candle, plummeting
from a Paris rooftop in the cockcrow glow.
Not that the cobblestones care.
INSTANT NOODLES 