tonyv Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 Who would buy a dress at Gabrielle or dine at the Red Stripe? I tried that twice; each time, the mussels were a bit too dry -- gritty, with too much salt -- and the beer skunked. The few tables and chairs strewn on the bricks of my cafe bear out what I cannot: school break, and all the regulars are gone. I sip espresso. Somehow, I aspired to be a marigold among the pearls in damson skies over the spires in Riga, but rails do not submerge. I knew a lot, which I forgot; and the dog ate my homework; and Providence is very far away. ________________________________ Note: This poem was partly inspired by THIS image Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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