106/L43 – Bistro

Bistro

Christ the man thinks
of the things he could burn
thirty bucks on. Beer and cigarettes.
A tank of gas. New pants. A hot shave
and haircut. A decent bottle
of cologne. Happy hour
for two. Nowhere special.
A cheese board with crusty bread,
green olives, good red wine.
Some out of the way bistro
to talk honestly with a friend,
lay everything out between them
on the small table. Look hard
at it. Come to some decision.
Or he could give it away
to the poor and hungry,
to the endless needy
who have neither bread or wine.

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