December 14, 2009
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You can learn the worth of a meal by looking
At the dirty cloth napkins left in its wake:
There—that red splash from when he couldn’t hold
His wine for laughing;
This wheat-tan streak smeared when the little man
Tried to clear away the gravy
He loved too much;
A small golden ring singed brown when
The girl became enthralled, captivated by the story-teller,
And abandoned her cigarette.

Plum, green, orange berry stains,
Tell the course of a full evening, a Feast of spills the color
The otherwise blank-
White stretch of cloth.

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