Saturday, November 22, 2008

Yawn...Another Saturday in CinCity...


Runways Café II
by Marilyn Hacker

For once, I hardly noticed what I ate
(salmon and broccoli and Saint-Véran).
My elbow twitched like jumping beans; sweat ran
into my shirtsleeves. Could I concentrate
on anything but your leg against mine
under the table? It was difficult,
but I impersonated an adult
looking at you, and knocking back the wine.
Now that we both want to know what we want,
now that we both want to know what we know,
it still behooves us to know what to do:
be circumspect, be generous, be brave,
be honest, be together, and behave.
At least I didn't get white sauce down my front.


please note: art by Johann Gotthardt

4 comments:

  1. I love that painting and the poem is divine!

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  2. That fever of love
    is a never ending malady.

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  3. I'm so glad I came by to catch up after wandering. I love this poem too, can relate even :)

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)