dream

i was in france, paris exactly.

there was some confusion as to where I was staying, or coming and going,

the usual anxiety about underwear and airports and

stairways and

buildings that spoke old europe

but I was quite designed on

eating,

eating while I was in the cloven hoof of cuisine-

and me and my friends

found a bistro

a cafe

a restaurant

of flowing white linen and tiles

wood in small rooms

and surprisingly friendly but austere

french hospitality-

anyway,

I ordered the halibut, maybe the striped bass,

I know the difference but

anyway,

perfectly seared and served on a bed of wilted greens,

alongside came a tray, a dish of simmering red curry-

a coconut, chili and citrus potion-

and I thought:

"Perfection! Silent, expert service met with hot, fresh, simple cuisine!"

Struck and tasting, roved around garrulous and saw

the dish pit, the kitchen, the service station,

tiled and clean and organized like an operating theatre...

drifting away now...

inspired...