Seated by the window,
I peer through the gauze
curtain, watching traffic,
bicyclists zoom by oblivious
aggravating drivers like
they always do, always are
they shouldn’t be allowed
to manuever like that
a group of young women
walks by laughing, one
glances into the gauze
and smiles, walking on,
the wind blowing her hair.
The Jerusalem artichoke soup
is magnificant,
the almond bread superb
but the Chilean merlot
is heaven.
This poem is submitted for One Shot Wednesday, hosted by One Stop Poetry. To read more poems, please visit the site. The links will be live at 4 p.m. Central time.
Photograph: Luce Restaurant, Hotel Intercontinental San Francisco, via Hotel Chatter.
16 comments:
I like how you've combined all those details to give your poem such an international flavor. You occupied a seat looking out on the world.
nice...love all the little details of the moment you captured glynn...sounds like a fine meal...and a great view...
Delightful. And now i wish I'd been at that dinner. :)
nice detail of one's surroundings. all too often I'm guilty of not noticing the small details. thanks for reminding me stop, take time. . . :)
Monty
Choice of Restaurants superb!
I like your outside the plate glass and then back in Glynn - fresh and tasteful
Thanks always for your words
Moonie
You show how much a great meal is pulled off away from the plate. Or maybe it really is all about the food. - Brendan
You were in my town recently, eh? Yup. Those byciclists elicit love and hate from the rest of us struggling to stay in one lane. I haven't been to Luce myself but the vegetarian meal you had with that heavenly merlot makes me want to go.
Hope you enjoyed your visit.
Fun snippet of time!
I've eaten in a few San Francisco restaurants in my day (well, for a few days -- only been there on one trip,) and that is one town that knows cuisine! And fine fine poets too, oh yeah!
Love the details...love San Francisco !
Enjoyed the maneuvering and the gauze curtain which sometimes makes our view so much more pleasant--and a glass of good Merlot certainly doesn't hurt a thing.
A snippet in time, private view through a gauze curtain, a lovely meal and sip of wine. Wonderful way to share a pleasant experience with others.
I want to be right there!
Your poem gave me an immediate visual image of your wondrous experience in my favorite city. It is always these ordinary moments that make life extraordinary.
The soup and the wine...makes me want to do some fine dining soon --with a view....a feast of words....blessings...bkm
really enjoyed this..I've been longing to revisit San Fran, you poem took me there for a moment..a nice merlot, wonderful idea~
The detail almost makes me feel like I'm really there! Stop in & read One Shot
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