Déjeuner sans herbe

The Entire State Building.

A gaggle of French scholars pointed

to the cafeteria ceiling. Y-a-t-il un oiseau ?

I asked.

They laughed. Bien-sûr que non ! C’est

tellement américain ! On regardait

l’architecture ! 

I thought we were birding.

Hawk over Estes and Franklin streets.

Tarry On

An August day, somewhere in North Carolina.

Tarry on

 

Cicadas chatter

in waves of laughter

their raucous ribaldry

mocks their lives’ brevity

punctuates

August languor

beguiles me

to linger

in the still

of a summer’s day.

Duke Gardens, Durham, NC.