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,
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