Saturday, August 30, 2014

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.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

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.