Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #350
The Teppan Table
by Belinda Roddie
The teppan table hosted eight people,
and you and I were two of them. We ate
shrimp, sushi, scallops, steak, salmon, and bowls
of rice. We talked until it'd gotten late,
clapped when the chef did tricks with tools and knives,
and enjoyed small talk with the strangers that
we sat with, chatting about dogs and wives
and traveling to Amsterdam. The laughs
were contagious, the food sublime. I liked
my time spent with you. You'd never eaten
at a teppan table before, and I
was happy to oblige you. This was when
I realized, "Ah, so this must be heaven -
our years together are at lucky seven.
by Belinda Roddie
The teppan table hosted eight people,
and you and I were two of them. We ate
shrimp, sushi, scallops, steak, salmon, and bowls
of rice. We talked until it'd gotten late,
clapped when the chef did tricks with tools and knives,
and enjoyed small talk with the strangers that
we sat with, chatting about dogs and wives
and traveling to Amsterdam. The laughs
were contagious, the food sublime. I liked
my time spent with you. You'd never eaten
at a teppan table before, and I
was happy to oblige you. This was when
I realized, "Ah, so this must be heaven -
our years together are at lucky seven.
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