On the bluest of Octobers,
rain artfully framed
in the cozy-corner of a restaurant,
Mommy and Hannah play.
Hannah's iris in delight
illuminated by the glittering twilight
in perched intent
listens to Mommy painting pink.
Her lipstick stories over a game of cribbage.
"Look how blue the moon is mommy!"
A tall cranberry-pineapple juice
to match Mommy's swirling Ruby-Red-Cosmo
The two swap girl-talk, ravioli, tickle-spurts, and chocolate.
"Just the check thanks."
As the waiter pauses
Hannah smiles and in quantum refraction reflects
An older Hannah
in some cozy-corner of a restaurant
can play with the memories of that bluest of Octobers.
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