Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The gift of a frappé

The gift of a frappé

The heat in here is Indian

Just before the rains

Alas no whirring fan

The coolest place? Tomorrow

Our cheery waiter quips

Waving of menus desultory

Dab where the sweat river drips

What bliss the gift of a frappé

Freezing in the throat

With strings on wings

The lovely Ella soars and dives

Major to minor, no love song finer

Sunday morning communion

Bondi breakfasting folk


20th February 2011, Bondi Trattoria, for the waiter who gave me the gift

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