old wood, small room – April 10


Old wood, small room

intimate conversation

in hushed space.


The hollandaise was supposed

to have been on the side. Shall we

send it back.


How thoughtful and restrained,

tasteful. So that difficult things

might be talked about, with nary

a nod.


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