Dinner
Who is not starving
for a big plate of spaghetti
meatballs salad and sauce
red wine, ice water, lemons cheese
sparkling glasses
smiling faces all around
fights and chatter
down the table I see your eyes shining
as you listen to this youngest girl
and her serious story
your long fingers caress her hair
dark heads
together.
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