French Oral-L'Oriole

FRENCH ORAL............"L' ORIOLE"

"Come in," she chirps,
" and sit and wait."
She flutters away.

Filtered light lingers
on grey speckled desks;
hard bars of shadow
trap orange-streaked patches.

Dust. Warm wood. High windows.
And outside
to where my thoughts are winging
a bird is singing.

Oh to take flight!

I sit perched.
My feet curl the bar of my chair
and panic gathers in my stomach.

Arm hooked on desk I breathe into my hand,
soft,moist,
and fear,nestling there below,
rises with insistent claim
to feather across my eyes.

I sigh.
The suns out there, the fragrant air.
Here,its hot.

Caged!
Preparing to twitter
En Francais.