Italian Dinner


Passersby on a lovely spring night wonder
About the two people outside in the corner
Eating prosciutto and pasta.

They walk along with their dogs on leashes
While the man sits by the door
And the woman sits in front of the vines.

What do they think when they see the youthful guy
Sipping on San Pellegrino
And the fortyish lady enjoying her Merlot?

Do they think the twain are married
As they dawdle along the sidewalk?
Is there something the couple has that they lack?

And as the sun sets and the chill begins
Is it harder for them to notice?

I hope so.
I know so.

For I am He.
And She
Is no more or less
Than my great friend.

And for two glorious hours,
We are the only two people
In the world.