Warm Wood and Candles

Warm wood and candles flicker,
savory smells and dishes clink.
Overflowing flower baskets.
White earthenware pitcher of water on the table,
Italian wine.
American accents surround me.
Yet, I am liberated from customs and expectations.
The freeing flow of anonymity and difference.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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