Thursday, June 29, 2017

Paris In My Ears

Paris In My Ears

Most of the time when I walk in Paris,
I walk alone and listen.
You might expect a cacophonous texture 
a weaving of car horns,
revving engines, 
yelling,
city sounds, brakes.

That is not my experience.
It is meditative.

I hear the sound of the little orange cat,
Belle, when her owner comes down
to check the mail.

I walk in the Luxembourg gardens
and a band is playing a half mile away,
but what reaches my ears
are the rustling of leaves,
two green parrots eating fruit.

Yes, wild parrots in Paris!


Paris 2017 #61 


Sandy Kinnee

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