Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe

This entry is part 31 of 92 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2011

Who ordered rain? Who ordered tea?
Order ham and croissants, bubbly with cheese.
Order sheets of fondant. Practice French.
Say tuileries, say pamplemousse.
Tuck your hair behind your ear, pick up
your fork, don your bib. Pick up the hot
crust with your fingers. Don’t eat like a bird.
Don’t you love ribs? Hand me a plum.
What’s that wrapped in paper?
Who heard? The leaves are buzzing
with news of the world.

Luisa A. Igloria
04 19 2011

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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About Luisa A. Igloria

Poet Luisa A. Igloria (website) is the author of Juan Luna’s Revolver (2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize, University of Notre Dame Press), Trill & Mordent (WordTech Editions, 2005) and 8 other books. When she isn’t writing, reading, or teaching, she cooks with her family, hand-binds books, listens to tango music, and keeps her radar tuned for cool lizard sightings.
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2 Responses to Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe

  1. dale says:

    Oh, this made me laugh! But it made me wish I’d had a family like this, too. I had to borrow my wife’s for this sort of thing :-)

  2. If you’re not fast, you get the leavings in the pan. :)

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