Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

The Buena Vista

The Buena Vista

We met innocently, yet always at the famous, 
crowded, Buena Vista Cafe.
Renowned for Irish coffee and it's view
of  the spectacular, San Francisco Bay.
Over Irish coffees, we shared our days.
You, the journalist and I, the teacher.


After awhile the jabbering ceases.
We are now out in the Sam Francisco 
foggy night.
Kisses blessed by the moistness of the fog,
It feels so tenderly, touchingly right!

A magical cable car appears and whisks us away.
Up, up, up, those picturesque hills.
Then romantically down,down, down,
Into a candlelit night of delectable night of
Osso Buco and risotto.
The scent of aromatic garlic and oregano,
Pungently slithers through the thyme-filled, 
still night,Bay Area air.


Panagiota Romios
4/13/2018


 

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Joseph P. DiMino April 13, 2019 at 10:10 AM Really outstanding poetry! As if San Francisco is not magic itself, the sights, scents and sounds, but you bring out the greater magic--the heart of a loving humanity. Great write!! Panagiota Romios April 13, 2019 at 10:21 AM Molte Grazie, Joe! I was sitting here, doubting my poetic ability. You stopped my doubting. Panagiota

Caren Krutsinger April 13, 2019 at 5:31 AM Ah, a sweet write, my friend. So gentle, this love affair. Dainty and elegant. Panagiota Romios April 13, 2019 at 8:00 AM Caren, we were more like great friends. He was a delightful person and able to discuss topics with a dash of humor. San Franciscso was magic in the late 60's and I am not referring to weed or the Summer of Love or The Jefferson Airplane. It was a city open to all points of view.Panagiota