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Italian restaurant last night

seated near the gazebo with

tiny white lights and blue bottles

strung from the ceiling as lamps

The pasta with mussels was

the garlic and butter I craved

The Italian drink a suggestion

with a celebratory taste of joy



Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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