Drop me a line or two. Send a verse my way. I'd love to hear from you. 

                               Drop me a line or two. Send a verse my way. I'd love to hear from you. 

 

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.

-James Navé