At Renoir's Table

At Renoir's Table

The day

is always rainy

the men have their

yellow hats

and the women

are flowers,

each is attentive

except the dog woman her hairy

pup right up

among glasses and bottles

of wine

the fruit sitting close and she,

ready to kiss

the dog

right on its wet

nose

and he has us—

we wait

in the rain

for this woman who will

never

quite press

her rouged lips

onto Renoir's

mutt