"…the girl who serves your food
is slender and her red hair lights the wall."
Richard Hugo
At Vesuvio in San Francisco
the red haired waitress
(I forget her name),
carried a tray of drinks along the upstairs balcony
where the sun blossomed in
the afternoon windows
and through her dress
I saw the roundness
of her child.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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