Pretending To Miss Everything

a gorgeous Eiffel tower is in the background of Peachtree Boulevard We know it is not THE Eiffel tower, but it is amazing to see anyway Atlanta Georgia has a flair all her own, her desserts are legend. Hostas, foxglove, azaleas and wisteria trees line this piece of heaven. I am lured into a pretty café with crepe myrtle trees and daisies. The greeting is straight from the south “how ya’ll do’n?” Beignets are brought to my table before I order. Just a little something to tide you over, honey. Yes, they still call you honey here, and it feels okay. Other customers begin arriving in twos and threes. I get out my novel and pretend to read, Missing nothing, but pretending to miss everything plotting my next six poems around strangers’ conversations.