Couldnt put it better, Robin.
Ta, for the goodies, Max.
Doug
On 30-Mar-10, at 1:26 PM, Robin Hamilton wrote:
> Lovely last line, Max, with the echo of Proust.
>
> (Like the whole poem, actually, but *especailly the last line.)
>
> Robin
>
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Max Richards" <[log in to unmask]
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> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Tuesday, March 30, 2010 8:13 PM
> Subject: snap: rum baba
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>
>> Rum Baba
>> In a Hampstead cafe forty-seven
>> years ago they waitressed together.
>> Now my Auckland cousin Marie's over here
>> mainly to see Shona while she can.
>> In a Melbourne cafe they reminisce:
>> 'pastries then were seven and six!
>> who could afford that? - but,
>> when we weren't flirting with
>> Hampstead's handsome wealthy
>> young male cafe-patrons,
>> we could steal a Rum Baba each.
>> What are these costing you, Max?
>> Do I have cream round my mouth?
>> I went back on my last trip
>> and checked the old place out - that cafe, still the same worn
>> leather seats.
>> We humans are lasting well, though,
>> aren't we!' Shona has a rare
>> lung disease and can't walk far.
>> Marie plays down her cancer scares.
>> Me, I'm long overdue for replacement
>> My Rum Baba is sweet as long-lost youth.
>> Max Richards
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