Frozen Weekend

Frozen weekend. We shared wine, cheese and grapes. Children running. Stars shooting. Music meaning. Film rolling. We listened and feasted to a West Side Story, all was our cutting and securing and packaging. I watched your hand slice on my butcher block. You left it all in a wrapped container in a refrigerator. It was sealed with cellophane. The fruits are spotted and rotting. The cheese is hard and molding. The wine has been capped with metal foil.