Sancerre at Rosie's ...

Drinking Sancerre with Richard, I remembered gaudy nights -

I saw the moon come close again to the ripening field -  

I felt a hot hand clasp mine - 

I tasted memory with each glass - 

Rosie's was empty save for the two of us - 

Invisible people listened to late night jazz - 

Small candles flickered - 

We were the sum of our cherished histories - 

22.00

Monday 30 July 2018

Rosie's 

Southsea