Conversation with a Sloth

Across a great and wasted land of empty dirt
And sand that clung of dry and bitter taste in mouth
And sun that had me baked beneath my bleached shirt
I finally passed my struggle through this dreary drought
Which after many perils there I finally saw
Primeval forest’s edge that I’d so thirstily sought
Whose welcome morning dew at edge of leafy maw
Revealed to me with slow and languid welcome grace
It’s furry denizen first to greet me. There by claw
There hung! And so I cried “Oh Sloth! Allow me pass
Oh Sloth! I would to know that one who is your mistress
So fine! I’ve heard so much her wondrous legend was
So fine! This wondering of I’d know in greatest gladness
Whose eyes I’ve dreamt with Oh! So long! I’d finally see!”
And then I paused, (for Sloths I know do move with slowness.)
He hung there by his claws upon that welcome tree
And with slow purpose passed to me his sleepy gaze
While blinked there at me once, then twice, then finally three.
(That number done) he slowly turned to me his face
“Oh you! I know would wait and want what she reveals
This forest covers her so sadly with such grace
And many adventurers here that sought with vain appeals
Could not achieve her friendship fey that they would know
For to be worthy here her pain to you must feel!
For these two qualities she has, the first of joy to show
How life would dance before your eyes and make you glad
Another then that marks the sadness ‘neath her glow”
I sat there, paused and thoughtful, placed with head on hand
And thought of what this quandary could to me achieve
And finally knew what mystery lay upon this land.
For though those many that would try to her deceive
I knew of how this forest played, and made me grieve
That knew Her Truth and that, and that alone receive.

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While Touring Paris

In Paris

Waiting for the tour bus:
“The Louvre’s closed but why not go see the pyramid”
Trudge along, around the corner,
there Pei’s piece
“What happens here?” someone asks,
“Art” I say,
“Oh”

Eating at a Resto:
“What kind of food is this?”,
“French”,
“I though steak was American”

On top the Eiffel Tower:
“What was this built for?”,
“Hubris”,
“What’s that?”

At Napoleon’s Tomb:
“Why didn’t they polish the marble?”,
“…”,
“Who’s Napoleon?”

On the Seine boat ride:
“Look it’s Notter Dayme”,
“Notre Dame”,
“I meant the church.”