Trébuchet, The First

A heart-a-day, or playing games; the plain
Before this after dream: mean Hoops, and Wing,
Or India, who reads so silently
Somewhere in the back; “a drunken night” I felt
As part of some nightmare, discussing politics
Over coffee, watching Caesar after,
Drinking reddest wine; it was a cabernet if I
Recall… “I just say ‘hi’ and shrug; that is,
When I see friends buying some greens...groceries,
Or beers and tea,” he said. I smiled and thought
About these talks—“I can’t arrange these books.”

E. Le Charmier