Eating the Deck
They ate the railings to their new deck
at small sidewalk cafes, sipping cappuccinos
at the edge of St. Peters Square.
The deck where they planned to set
terra cotta pots full of basil and oregano.
Then they ate the floor of their new deck
in Paris, at posh restaurants high up in the Eiffel Tower,
at Mont St. Michel, and Avignon.
Finally, they ate the footings of their new deck,
hazelnut gelatos, a myriad of French and Italian cheeses,
full fat yogurts, freshly baked bagettes
and there was no money to start construction at all.
One less thing to do, many more memories.
They ate the railings to their new deck
at small sidewalk cafes, sipping cappuccinos
at the edge of St. Peters Square.
The deck where they planned to set
terra cotta pots full of basil and oregano.
Then they ate the floor of their new deck
in Paris, at posh restaurants high up in the Eiffel Tower,
at Mont St. Michel, and Avignon.
Finally, they ate the footings of their new deck,
hazelnut gelatos, a myriad of French and Italian cheeses,
full fat yogurts, freshly baked bagettes
and there was no money to start construction at all.
One less thing to do, many more memories.
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1 comment:
Thank you, Jenny, for your tribute to our nonexistent deck, which we are now carrying on our hips and thighs. It was delicious, and, yes, made of once-in-a-lifetime memories.
Now if you'll excuse me, I do believe I hear that creamy Mouco cheese calling to me... New habits are no fun to break. ;)
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