Aperitivo in Prati

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Patient, I was waiting for a table when
I thought a couple was leaving. The woman frisked
her hair and stood, her posture strong, but then
leaned forward toward her handsome man and kissed
his lips and lingered there a while. She sat
back down, and they seemed satisfied enough,
his having seen her breasts, blind to the fact
of me or anybody else. My love,

I only wanted them to leave, so I
could have my drink or two, snacks for an hour:
risotto spoonful, meat-stuffed bread slice, fried
dough-bite with marinara, zucchini flower.
Finally seated across the patio,
I saw her in his lap. I thought of you.