Saturday, January 3, 2015

The Night We Met Pavarotti

We diddled a bit in the rear
of the crowded elevator to our floor.

Then more knee to knee
in the seats.

The performance was part genius
and part the witty vinegar of revenge.

Afterwards he met us backstage,
makeup running with sweat.

He looked up when he saw her.

Then signed his photo with felt pen.

E. A. Costa  3 January, 2015  Granada, Nicaragua

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