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.
