poem

cicadas sing even during these hot afternoons
before the rains rinse their songs
and shake them rattle-clean
i pretend
to want to catch one and cage him like i think the japanese do (ah, they've just now stopped)
that i'd make him happy (locked up)
and he would sing for me
instead
i will listen for evening
i will listen for their vespers

La Fontaine aux Visages...

I'm still wading thru yards of D's beautiful photos. This one is from Saint Aubin de Trêves, in Anjou, France. Still to come: Cinq Mars, Loches, and more. Never enough castles, I say!... all at at my flickr site...

Lotus bloom tadpole swim

Cool lotus plant that came home yesterday!