Eat!(Poem)

Prowled through
the buffet
to locate
skinny food
and witty mood.

They were endless
like the Pampas
enough to cuff
us
for the sundowns
and the rough afternoons.

Continental air
from the Chef kitchen
and the hen
ready on the barbecue cross
steady for sauce
and jazz.

Parade
of masked people
and random classics
to rock the ears
charmed me
into the grassy-concrete
vacuums.


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