A shoal <br />of taxi cabs <br /> <br />swimming yellowishly <br />down Madison <br /> <br />their dorsal fins <br />advertising musicals <br /> <br />an A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC <br />overtakes a SOUTH PACIFIC. <br /> <br />We walk <br />miserably & myopically <br /> <br />in the sleeting rain <br />cut across Central Park <br /> <br />a blue blur shrieks past <br />a yellow streak <br /> <br />all held now <br />at the hanging traffic lights <br /> <br />all Chinese <br />lanterny <br /> <br />inside the warm <br />restaurant we laugh <br /> <br />at the angry rain <br />throwing itself <br /> <br />uselessly against the glass <br /> <br />you looking like <br />a copy <br /> <br />of Frans Hall's <br />THE LAUGHING CAVILER <br /> <br />complete with Cappucchino <br />moustache <br /> <br />the music saunters <br />sensuously amongst the tables <br /> <br />'...it's just the thought of you <br /> <br />the very thought of you <br /> <br />...my love! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-very-thought-of-you-2/
