“A Dinner Table at Night” — by: John Singer Sargent
Solitaire
immersed in pleasured chatter
bursts of heightened laughter
in the ringing clank of crystal
of silver on fine china
crisp bustle of starched service
lush rustle of satin’d lace
aglow in silken’d candlelight
caressed by gentle strains
wafts of sweet Bordeaux
heady fragrance of cut orchids
midst soft din and dance of mirth
I gaze upon your empty face
and see there in your hollow eyes
our game is solitaire
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rob kistner © 2012