Saturday, June 1, 2013

Non Je Ne Regrette Rien

                                    high backed chairs on a smooth stone floor

                                    simple wooden table with turned legs / fading yellow paint

                                    beyond the porch / shining in the evening light
                                    budding green against canyon walls 


                                    the little sparrow singing 'non je ne regrette rien'

                                    laundry ... lifting and falling // lifting and falling

The photograph is mine.


  1. Beautiful, Teresa. Love to hear you read it.

    1. Jeff, What a nice surprise ... yes, it was a magical evening. Worth a poem, that's for certain...


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