I wrote this poem the morning after an outdoor dinner party in Taos. Enjoy.
THE FUNNY ITALIAN FILM
Remember the dinner party in the courtyard
under the trees when you played Latin jazz
on small speakers while the sun went down?
We ate homemade pasta, and afterwards
slices of soft cheesecake topped with blueberries.
Someone told a story about a funny Italian film,
something about the character unable to
make love unless there was danger around.
The evening. cooled; we put on sweaters,
nibbled small squares of chocolate.
There will come a time when you'll be old.
You'll have books on your shelf. You'll remember
the funny Italian film, think about homemade pasta,
love, and cheesecake. You won't notice the dirt
under your bed. Someone you recently met will drop
by to see you. You'll sit in silence and think about
the grove of trees your father planted long before
you were born, in the days when he was young.