Something summery.
Reverie in Open Air – by Rita Dove
I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
Inappropriate clothes, odd habits
Out of sync with wasp and wren.
I admit I don’t know how
To sit still or move without purpose.
I prefer books to moonlight, statuary to trees.
But this lawn has been leveled for looking,
So I kick off my sandals and walk its cool green…
Find the rest at the Poetry Out Loud site.
(photo © Andrzej G for openphoto.net CC:Attribution).
“news of a breeze” Love it. (I’m barefoot right now!)
Love this. Love Dove’s work in general. And I so relate to the narrator here. Lovely. Thank you.
The link says she’s the second African American woman to be named Poet Laureat. I always thought she was the first? Who is the first then?