[Soup & music, past, present & future, all from LE Leone—enjoy!]
FACING THE MUSIC
She used to say, “Where do you see yourself five, ten years from now?”
I used to say, “I don’t.”
I never thought I would be dead, that wasn’t it. It was just all I could do to taste every single onion in the soup we were eating, just then, to see the colors on the coats blurring by outside the café’s rain-rivered window, to dance to each individual drop as it plonked our umbrella afterwards, walking away.
Do I miss those times? Nah … It’s starting to cloud over and get cold. Everyone’s got a new coat now. And the call just came from the kitchen: