Trapped in the dark auditorium while the storm blew the rest of the houses away,

she, looking at the bruise on my left elbow; "What d'you do?"

"I don't remember," I mumbled, "Think it had something to do with horses and tractors."

"And red fences?"

"Yes. And red broken fences, actually."

Then we exchanged our funny greetings and went our own ways.

Right or Left?

All my loving people were seated, chummed up, at a banquet table.
A best friend catches my eye and ushers me to sit next to him. "C'mon!"
But I spot an old lover and can't help but to sit next to him instead.

Grief. Guilty delight. A little bit of mischief-happiness.
I'm sorry, but I'm really not.

We talk about good California Chardonnay. He astonishes me by choosing the right words.
Apologises for not making it to dinner the other night. "That's quite alright." I shrug.
"No, I'll make up for it soon anyway," he gleams,"and not now. Now, I am temporarily occupied with choosing the right kind of anise for my new dish."
"What dish?"

The table freezes. Murmurs; "Anise, is it? That's in this extraordinary dinde du chocolate...?"
He shrugs (muks). "Yes yes. Still on the road to perfection, alas..."
Cheers, excitement, a lovely chaos. Another best friend (the dearest of all kinds) exclaims;
"I just KNEW you'd marvel us one day!"

And I love him.

A boy in a crowded morning deli, staring out the window.
In the most humorous of all ways! I turned round across the windowpanes to paint him a song.
It started out just jiggly, but came out funnily chappy.

A young girl came by to take his orders---"So kid, what do you want?"
A sophisticated look is borne in his blue yonder eyes; "A Night Cap if you do not mind."
"Sure. With free range milk?"
"Yes," he nodded, and was already gazing out of the window.
Watching the whole world just slowly crawl by.

His name was Jamie, I just know it.