Lady at an evening table

She sits at the evening table,

Sweet relief from the clouds

Her Visage,

pours into the cups,

like honey and rain

In her dress,

of sheer delicacies and delights,

Her shoulders, starkissed willows,

Sweet relief from the clouds

She is aglow,

like a candlebra,

an ornament to the jazz and revelers,

Their gaze,

Drinks the wine of her loveliness,

Sweet relief from the clouds

Reynaldo Casison