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The Banquet
Plaid of red and white
has been smoothed o’er grass;
feet have been freed
from Mary Jane flats.
Above, the sun, secretly admits
their smiles have triumphed
over the brilliance of his rays.
Wicker baskets home
blueberries and pears,
and camembert resting
in rosemary bread;
sausages from veal, herbed and spiced,
are sweetened with maple:
much to their delight.
Who would forget
that sumptuous dessert-
chocolate tart
with caramel glaze?
Fin’lly, the part
anticipated by all:
strawberry wine
with maraschino swirl.
“Cheers!” they say
as crystals kiss for toast;
“even rain this day,
would merely make us waltz.”
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