Chandelier startles us with gold, gold as her long, new earrings. The chandelier splits light over the flowers, is a lamp of good and evil. Her hair is dancing over us across the street from 23 Emery under spun-glass and cottonball clouds. Next door, Triple-A Radiator Repair also offers sandblasting and will repair gas tanks. This is an oceanic Thursday, “buoyed on the dense marine,” and here we are, under the “Welcome, Open For Business” sign, where smiles are offered and fresh-squeezed orange juice is available, sunny day, lots of music and Syscoware stainless china presented clean.
Presentation 1937, At the Newest Restaurant In Town
October 2000 | back-issues, poetry, William B. Hunt | 0 comments