Hot Mixtures
a candle’s flame moves
in the breeze from the window –
her gaze lowers
the sizzling dish
is presented, white chicken –
salsa, red and green
a margarita
wide mouthed, salted and chilled –
her laughter rises
silverware moonlit
stands out against the red cloth –
a knife is dropped
Mexican coffee
arrives a two tone mixture –
too hot to handle
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
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