Oxtail rigatoni

perfectly peasant

as if Time itself had been
slow-cooked in the paucity
of essential ingredients

and Space

no longer
alone at the corner table
of a posh Gotham joint

but under the gaze
of Nonna’s shiny eyes
in yesterday’s kitchen

and I smile

at memories
coating my grateful palate
as the last of summer takes its bow

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