In monochrome the scene is cast,
A fleeting moment, caught and fast.
A chap emerges, slow in pace,
Contentment written on his face.
From pasta’s den he takes his leave,
His belly round, his heart relieved.
The alley hums, the shadows play,
De Graves holds stories night and day.
His step is heavy, yet it shows,
The simple joy a good meal sows.
A quiet frame, a fleeting art,
Of fullness carried in the heart.
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