I watched them from across the restaurant laughing
and discretely asked the maitre d' to bring them the finest bottle
of wine for their enjoyment
they looked around the dining room in bewilderment, passing over
young couples in love, families with small children, finally settling
their gaze on an older gentleman in the corner nursing a brandy
after a fine meal
they'd never guess it was me even as I removed my
camera from its case to capture their smiling faces.
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2 comments:
Wish it was me!!!
Nice poem.
Ahh, the freedom of poetic license! Although we did celebrate my birthday at L'Atelier, which was so yummy.
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