Parisian August

All the chairs face outward

for a reason

the show is outside

around

no porous scrubber reality

no,

no, diamond caverns

all encompassing

recess of space

concentrated.

Perfect planar figures

sit on perfect dusk at dawn

champagne and espresso linger

into the recessed crush of crowd.

So we’ll linger on, then

in a light, conversational way

because the tables face outward.

Ineffable sources of caverns:

diamond as they are,

still varietal and plentiful,

emerging from alleys and lingerers

drinking wine from a bottle

sat on a curb.

-Grant Durando

8/2/12