Saturday, February 6, 2021

An Egret at the Gate

 

Thinking of my Desdemona

lifting her skirt to fly

And wondering if she would

wear one for a tryst

In her car during meet-ups

Windows tinted darkly

T’would be thrilling to set a spark

Like Scheherazade in an Arabian night

Trying to please a lover

For another day for love

Not even in a thousand one nights

Would it be safe to say

Evenings home before midnight

Though spending many days

Climbing many mountain

Living different dreams,

Memories make the evening longer

While glasses of rum make it short

But a picnic on the grass in

A park with Mogen David concord grape

Reading Rubaiyat bilingually

Sipping each quatrain kissed by sun

Moving twice in place

she is like an egret at the gate 

 

February 4, 2021

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