Breakfast @ Tiffany's Poem by Pierre Rausch

Be quit alone
We ate lunch in the park
Giggled, ran, along
On the railings of a
boathouse
To see anything

Column is that season
Spearless to linger
Want to know about

And sashay in and out
of Tiffany's

She put her head over mine
A fancy development that finds
A breakfast at the table
All the while the excellent sable
And sashay in and out of Tiffany's

The possibility of a tear
These were little daisies
Justice according to men
They weren't elusive