My Favorite Alley
I always expect to hear singing from the balconies
there is only the chatter of other enthusiastic diners
in the thin alley where we consume outside in summer
Scars, my favorite restaurant with a welcoming owner
we are greeted with plates of warm steaming appetizers
crisp table cloths are white linen, the silverware heavy
It is not inexpensive, but we would gladly pay more
for the ambiance, delicious food and this gorgeous alley.
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