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Dec 2014
A restaurant's closing at the corner of Front Street and Central
. . .  I've never been,
but I've glimpsed through the windows decor that was sure ornamental.

(Word on the street's that the eats were alright - the plates were too large - but the waitstaff were nice! Patrons, served tiny portions, were alarmed at the price - 'til they drank the last drop of red wine)

The place had a name before this iteration
They called it The Tempest before renovations.
I had been there
  - I'd been pleased by the service,
          been famished, then satisfied,
             and surprised by dessert -
     I'd been all kinds of things.

I had been cheesecake and you were crême brulé
and for a moment we shared a plate.
It might have been just the right size,
but I can't quite remember.

Were the waitstaff pleasant? - I desperately hope that I was...
The company was one of a kind.

For whatever reason, The Tempest closed,
and the place that has replaced it has closed,
& who knows what will be on the corner of Front Street and Central next?

all I know is that
                   all kinds of things
stop being
              a piece of cake
Flotsam or jetsam?
You barely know 'im
Billo
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