This is an old one I just dug up.
Remember the Costa Rican cowboy?
He has returned, and was he always
a dream? He lay on the grass
and read poetry to children. He ate
caesar salad and believed in a god
who understood everything he felt.
Once upon a time, we talked
all night. He drank beer and I drank
sherry and smoked. He never smoked.
Did he kiss me by the water? Did I
marry him?And what if I didn’t?
I hear that he has learned
to play the mandolin.