skewers sitting

snags on the line

stubby bottles cold

we eat talking some

of our worlds & lives

& later as the sun slides

i say a little one?

bring out the 103

he brought me back from spain

pour into little glasses

aware of her eyes

his girl watching close

the levels rise & then another

until the evening winds come

finding her a blanket

as we put the world to rights

should we go? she asks

her eyes all aflame

aye he says nothin’ left to say

we shake hands say adios

kiss her both cheeks

tho’ everybody here knows

there is no love to keep