another beer
..........As he opened the door that led to the patio,
petit pain......one of the plates slipped from the waiter's hand.
buerre d'estragon..........A sandwich fell to the
ground.
waiting for sandwiches.....It opened -- strewing
its contents in a wide circle
Cote de Nuits
...................on the wooden floor.
butter pecan ice cream......Like the residue of a traffic
accident,
the smell of hops and honey............long after the waiter had swept
up the pieces,
like an old minuet.............the stain
remained.
the smell of green grass.......
warm stones by the river...
a red front door..............
under the arbor..............
pate chaud de poularde
............
gruyere cheese.........
salad nicoise.......................
go home and make love..............
for as long as I could remember.........
along the stream for several miles........
Chateau Margaux
.............