Our seventh date spills out, glorious!
We will dine with all New York
dashed against the sky,
eat big amidst the ambience
of signed Klee lithographs
and sit in chairs big as racing boats.
A school of little fish crudi with a sip
Chassagne Montrachet 1er Cru for you,
crudos spoken to in arctic char and tipped
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem