Nate by Leonard M HawkesSavory, piquant,
Cajun at its best;
Satisfaction lingered
Until I saw you there:
Suddenly, by memory,
Select had turned
To common bland:
Desire and scent
And flavor now
Were only thought
Of time with you.
Food then but meagre fare--
No drink tamed thirst
When you were there.
10/21/2015 Author's Note: "Free Sonnet" on meeting a friend as I left a restaurant.
Posted on 10/21/2015 Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
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