Paris Whistling
Sunday, November 8th, 2009Birdlike notes sing through quiet Quarter,
Echo off ancient cobbled street.
A mynah’s hopeful love call.
Man whistles, long coat buttoned against late fall chill,
One note running up and down the scale of his hearts’ desire.
The singular music follows him like sunlight breaking clouds.
Is he thinking of his wife
Who will kiss him kindly at the door?
Or, perhaps, last [...]

