Tonight's Poet Corner: Moroccan Wine

Moroccan Wine
by Belinda Roddie

You say you've watched Casablanca
a dozen times, and yet when I recite
the classic lines, you draw
a blank. You don't know where's
looking at who, kid. And you can't
seem to remember Sam playing
anything in the lounge.

When it's time to throw dice and try
roulette, you're more comfortable, and
when I pour you Moroccan wine, you
approve of the flavor. Somewhere, a plane
is landing, and an officer is demanding that
the usual suspects be rounded up. I am
disillusioned by you, but I find it funny
that you showed up in gray, and I wore blue.