With the meal all but done
we sit over what's left
a spoon of potatoes
shrimp in a small
puddle of lemon
as we finish our wine
and the music
comes to an end.
Meanwhile, my son
is at the computer
leaving a comment on my blog.
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Hello! What a sweet poem. Say hi to your son!
I love the vivid detail--I'm imagining the puddle of lemon...
Just found this. Perfect.
Thanks, Nancy.
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