The Excursion (Edith Piaf)

by Jan Oscar Hansen

A man with blue rinsed hair was our leader.

We stopped outside the house where she was born,

the house is still a dwelling and the stone steps to the door

looked well trod. Our leader held up pictures of the lady,

photos I had seen before on YouTube, and told us a fairy tale

about her goodness. For a moment I thought he was

talking about a saint. We retired to a cafe where he sang

“La vie en rose” and forever destroyed the most beautiful

of songs...

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