wildfirecoyote 59M
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11/26/2005 1:16 am

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Here's a little poem I wrote the other night while waiting for a date at an Italian restaurant. The atmosphere made think back to a trip I made to the Isle of Capri near Naples, Italy many years ago. The storyline is fiction and a little sappy (probably), but it is the first poem I have written since the mid-90s.

golden light
settling down
as if a mist
from bare, incandescent bulbs
Italian lounge singer’s melody
filling the dining room
a wine cork pops amid
the aroma of fresh-baked bread
basil, oregano, Chianti
tease the nose
memories of Capri
drift from the cellars of my mind
with memories of those dark eyes
that never met me there
as promised

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