John Harris


The Cats

They eat, they sleep,
Do nothing, play. …

At least I can add
To my résumé:

Writing about the cats.

On Reading, in the Obituaries, of the Death of “the Foremost Poulenc Interpreter”

I roll my eyes, and snigger.
What an odd, small talent!
My lack of talent’s much bigger.

John Harris lives in Savannah, Georgia. His poems have appeared in Rattle, Nimrod, and other journals.