Thursday night
and told me I was a fool
to ask the moon
and the stars to stop
prowling the dark skies.
Love put her glass on
the table, thanked me for
the excellent tequila
and walked to the door.
Someday, I said to Love
as she went into the night,
I will find a woman
brave enough to
eat smoked oysters and listen
to Cimarosa in the morning.