10 July 2007, 7:?? PM
Bistro Melrose, Montmartre, Paris
We're in good company
with the likes of Hemmingway
and surely others whose greatness
may or may not have gone
unnoticed. So many details
some may never notice, but I do,
storing each crystal, each gold-
flecked rotunda, each olive
and spilled vase away in the
storehouses of my memory.
And the Bordeaux my Beloved
has locked away- its fullness
and its flavors, still wet upon my lips
and fading slowly, hesitantly
from my palate.
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