Bottled vintage port – two adults reeling in the cheerful years
One with a foot atop the vernacular speech, the other permitted absolute grandiose approval
Same time, separate sentiments – from Ireland to Paris, distance never quite relinquished this memory – based friendship – who’s taking the horse to France? Frank is
He with his charming French plaid cap to be tipped to cigarette-perched ladies in poetic waiting
And He working the farm and finding pockets of time all the more sentimental for it – to unwind with equally fine wine, homemade and all of it cuddled aside a loving wife’s kitchen – caressed hand
Lips assuredly equipped to bring the night right back to overactively imaginative life