Wednesday, November 15, 2017
The Essential Romance
Italian Farmhouse Restaurant
long past the quake, buried still.
A place of dust and Heys! above.
Slashing flashlights, then...
fewer. Trucks
up and down rubble
hills, their exhausts
in red rear lights
adding to the phan-
tasmagoria. The dogs
moving elsewhere
through red dust.
The two of us two meet
far from any center,
where I complete
his proposal,
she accepting for
the dead woman. We
toast the happy pair
with champagne
against that farthest glow,
our eternal friends.
Labels: death, disaster, dogs, earthquake, engagement, friends, romantic
