Fish Night

The taxi stopped at the traffic lights
outside the Maniche Restaurant.
A chalkboard advertised Fish Evening,

immediately I thought of you.
I know you like seafood,
once, we hired a fishing boat

when we stayed at your step-sister's
cottage in Scotland.
That night we barbecued trout in her garden,

invited all of her neighbours.
The manager of her local off licence
recommeded a wine to drink with it

and smiled when we bought a crateful.
"It's fish night at the Maniche"
I told you when I spoke to you

as the traffic lights turned to green.
You sounded excited
I said that I would drive.

That evening, I waited for you in my car.
I watched you open your front door
dressed as a haddock.