[2025:45] Pasta, Daniel P. Stokes

No art, no exaggeration.
Here’s how it happened.
Last evening, we returned
for pasta. La Casa Italia,
of course. Slack night Monday.
Two tables occupied out front,
inside just us. “El Jefe” left
his portable t.v. to greet us,
called the waitress, then
settled smartly back before the screen.
Now this is it.
He was watching (she’s my witness)
a spaghetti western.