Friday, November 15, 2013

Day and Night

I was seeing in my mind’s eye
the Marquis Alfonso de Portago
in better days, before the crash
–the kind no one, however angelic,
survives. He would rather die
like a lion than live like a mouse.

Naturally I thought of The Saloon
and of meeting its owner, Ray Fox,
who dined with us after hours
and a cabbie drove him home
where he lived with his widowed
mother, like a true Southern son.

Days watching the Mille Miglia.
Nights with Betty on Bourbon.

(14 November 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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