L'Aperitivo
flames on running wax
over the musk of rose petals
and flashing white, new
to end, anticipation
Il Primo
a perfect autumn, crisp--
flavored with cinnamon
from the lush deep pockets of
grandmother’s apron
Il Secondo
diving through chlorinated blue
into the endless summer of youth
days like lemon drops--
nights like rain--
Il Contorno
laughing with friends through
the end of nocturnal revelry
before the dismal fog,
the wet slap of morning
Il Dolce
and then the darkness--
the round rum night
the night rum round,
turned over in a salty barrel--
a flash of castanets
Il Digestivo
aromas like photographs
blurred through unstoppered days
memories cooked to order
holding back the question:
yes?
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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