Trans-Atlantic Memories
Trans-Atlantic memories
float with me today:
a menu, a cookbook a clever keychain
I envy my brother
He travels the web
in search of these little treasures.
Menus from those elegant meals
served with wine, even for little kids
ashtrays and sugar cubes
Italian Spaghetti Westerns
We snuck in with giggles at Bonnie Breastfull,
the heroine in need of a hero.
These memories still rattle around in my dreams.
Not lost,
they are where my hope comes from.
A result of long faded lifetimes spent on endless adventures.
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