sunday morning poem and a book reading

the locust

its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree

near-by:

it seems to burn its way through the air

like a small, pointed flame of sound

sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.

by leonora speyer (1872-1956)

 

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 greg and i went out early this morning to visit a new restaurant in the neighborhood (first putting in a load of laundry on our way out).  the company initially opened in los angeles and specializes in breakfast: oat flour pancakes, eggs and three types of sausage - pork, chicken or chickpea. the pancakes, eggs and fresh orange juice were delicious but the coffee was weak and the sausages a little too dry and salty.

very cute baby customer . . 

there was a line out the door by the time we left . . !

we were home in time for first unitarian's summer service via zoom at 11 (also in person) which i listened to while greg went for a walk. we met later at our re-opened library for a book reading by author ada calhoun, reading from her newly published book also a poet, about her relationship with her dad and how they were both influenced by the poet frank o'hara. she's a wonderful speaker; warm and funny and very comfortable talking to an audience, answering questions and telling stories. afterwards, we walked along tenth street to three lives bookstore and then home for dinner.

everyone is enjoying the summer breezes . . 

the bookstore always seems to be very busy lately!

for dinner i had marinated black sea bass with tamari and ginger as suggested by a neighbor i spoke with saturday morning at the fish stand. it was very good but i don't think black sea bass is a favorite fish of mine . . i roasted zucchini and beans and made a salad with cucumber, arugula and red leaf lettuce. it's been in the low 90's now, but not too humid.