
(Bar de La Marine, Cassis)
-- Resting against
the Zinc.
Kir Royale in
the embrace of her
sun-tanned hand.
Both damp
after the long
walk back from
the quietest Calanque.
---- Her hair lemon
bleached and smile
magnetic bright.
The afternoon
stretched out
before them like
Le Méditéranéen.
The radio played
in the corner
of the bar.
--- "Perhaps,
we should have had
one more bottle."
Perhaps not.
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