Monday, May 7, 2007

Alki Cafe

2726 Alki Avenue SW
August 26, 1996

I think it's their first date.
She went to the eye doctor so she can't read the menu.
He'll read it to her, but first he offers his glasses.

He talks about his house.
From the patio he could watch the ships go by.
He built a ramp when he wife needed a wheelchair.
He lost 25 pounds when she died.

Her husband also died from cancer.
She loved their house,
but had to sell it.
She couldn't maintain it.

Their tones rarely fluctuate.
Did they each lose a true love,
and go through these motions
to appease the anxiety of friends?

I wish they finish the meal
with something exquisitely decadent.

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