OK, I said, and wrote her
this calling it "Lune de Miel"
and shared it today
with the infinite internet
as "the poet of the month"
for The Inqusitive Eater:
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The best thing about Paris
is being here with you
(a Sauterne with one course,
a Cote de Beaune with the next)
and the best thing about
being here with you
is Paris (three letters short
of paradise but I
wouldn’t have it any
other way) on this November
day of clean blue skies
(a Chablis with one course,
a Pomerol with the next)
after yesterday’s umbrellas three
stories below our window
where three streets meet
in the cold gray rain
of a new day in the past
which we’re keeping alive
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that's what I wrote folks
but if you click here you'll
see it in all its glory
loud and clear with links
to other poems gastronomical
such as "The Four Seasons"
and "The Way to Daddy's Heart"
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