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Two By Two/A Booth By The Window

Two By Two/A Booth By The Window

Poem By Louise Marie DelSanto

I watch you eat
while my left hand
holds the cup with
my right.

You put too much
salt on fries,

and I eat too much
Grilled chicken,

while traffic races
on Reservoir, and a waitress
asks us, 'More cream? '

I slice the sandwich
in diagonal pieces,
ritual Ceasar on the side

Two glasses of lemon
water and two straws,

feet teasing under
the table

while an old man in the
next booth counts
his Penny change,
his Blue-haired wife

A curly blonde waitress
asks 'Do I know you? '

Wiping the smudge of
ketchup off my cheek,
you smile at me.


and I know you mean me.

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Comments (3)

Liked this, nice feel to it
ahh lovely and gentle! well done! HBH
I loved reading this, Louise. Very real. Hugs, CJ