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The Diners
marshponds

I’m in the kitchen when
 1
the power goes out.
 2
Cooks hold fiery pans of vegetables,
 3
reductions sizzle,
 4
a wine glass falls on the tile and
 5
shatters near the dishwasher.
 6
We look up and around and at each other
 7
but we don’t panic in the dark;
 8
we’re in a restaurant
 9
not an airplane.
 10
 
 
In the dining room,
 11
halogen lights are activated in emergencies.
 12
So they’re on like searchlights in the dark,
 13
blinding and upsetting diners.
 14
I hear silly laughter from a table I can’t see,
 15
children in a fire drill.
 16
I clear the empty bottle of syrah from the table,
 17
the unwanted scraps of a filet mignon,
 18
shrimp and uneaten orzo. And apologize,
 19
and explain that the power is out,
 20
and apologize.
 21
 
 
Red wine should be kept at 68 degrees,
 22
I remember one saying,
 23
This prime rib is too fatty,
 24
You never brought me a side of…
 25
 
 
In the spotlights, I see refugees.
 26

19 Jan 07


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