Table Talk

 

a torn orange
on the bedside table

masticated segments
arranged beside it
like offerings

again on the corner
of the dining room table

the one you said
doesn't belong to any
of your memories

you tell me how
your mother would
offer each parchment
cloaked selection

with a song like sunshine
and how her crystal voice
cut to your joy
without wasting

one sweet drop
on razor sharp notes
that still float

like moths claiming
the light of melancholic
recollections

how painful it is
for me to share
your melody

with my wobbly old square
oak kitchen table wailing

out of place
in your silk and linen
memories

    Tony Cardoso
    27 June 2008

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