AT THE COTTAGES

A rendezvous
with Marie an actress
in my bardic play
she translated into French
writing in a Paris cafe
on a January postcard
with the sunshine
at my window
staring at Bonnard prints
on this shadowy wall
stressed out
as the lead pipes
suddenly burst
in the cellar
but continue
wanting a spinach
and cheese croissant
with red wine
and then Chinese green tea.