Meeting at the Bistro


Table cloth checkered
    red and white.
    Black wrought iron chairs,
    red rose centered in a vase,
    black glass stemware gleaming crystal sparkle,
filled with pale Chablis.

The day air is cool, crisp, refreshing ... new.

French bread crusted warm
    moists covered basket.
    White linen napkin
    folded neat, corners square ... over knees.

Red beret plopped in tilt over
    ebony hair, shoulder length,
    wisping graceful with wind whisper.

Fingers drum,
    wine tasted.
    Anxious eyes glance and
    squint in white sunlight.

She is waiting.

        A black suit swigs coffee,
        financial section open wide,
        cell phone ready for pouncing.

            Loving couple chatters.
            Red wine swirling.
            Caesar salad sprinkled with
            hard cheese,
            croutons tart drenched.
            Fingers touch while eyes glow.

Merry din grinds the lunch place,
      burgundy lips purse warm
      as Chablis is sipped in wait.

He ponders the images presented,
takes in the crisp air, cool in his lungs,

breathes ...

and steps forward with

"Hello."

Copyright © 2007
Pamela A. Lamppa
(All Rights Reserved)

 





Poetry by Pamela A Lamppa
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Written on 2007-06-05 at 15:57

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Rob Graber
Enjoyable; the details really bring it to life!
2007-06-05