Tuesday, June 30th, 8 o'clock p.m.

It is Paris, you say
Nay, though the name be Café au Lait
They are our own Lizzie and Chris
And sit in Lawrenceville

A small town on the Torrid Plains
Yet filled with allusions
Illusions?
Of life, living, places
Across oceans
Joy and happiness
And along sacred river-banks

Tuesdays, seven-thirty p.m.
The only place in Lawrenceville
Where you can travel the world in a night
It, too, is our own, just as they are

And we call it Poetry Night