Good Night

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Good Night

In brilliant gas light

I turn the kitchen spigot

and watch the water plash

into the clean white sink.

On the grooved drain-board

to one side is

a glass filled with parsley⁠—

crisped green.

Waiting

for the water to freshen⁠—

I glance at the spotless floor⁠—:

a pair of rubber sandals

lie side by side

under the wall-table,

all is in order for the night.

Waiting, with a glass in my hand

—three girls in crimson satin

pass close before me on

the murmurous background of

the crowded opera⁠—

it is

memory playing the clown⁠—

three vague, meaningless girls

full of smells and

the rustling sound of

cloth rubbing on cloth and

little slippers on carpet⁠—

high-school French

spoken in a loud voice!

Parsley in a glass,

still and shining,

brings me back. I take my drink

and yawn deliciously.

I am ready for bed.