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The Fava Bean Eaters.

(In memory of Gwendolyn Brooks: "They Eat Beans Mostly, This Old Yellow Pair")

 Were dining at Frangipane--and who are they peering through
plate glass to watch us drink and eat?
 We nibble gravlax, pureed fava beans, The colors here are cream &
crimson, mostly.
Here's Breton lobster salad, shall we share this? The sommelier
pours wine; outside, the old
too shabby couple gazes at my yellow curls. Why do they peep--that
filthy pair? 
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Author:Gilbert, Sandra M.
Publication:Prairie Schooner
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 22, 2015
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