Seasons Summer

You ask for zee coq au vin recipe.
Your day to play. Voila!
Take chicken breasts out of freezer.
While they thaw, go out to the pond
and think of fine art
as you watch hummingbirds and roses.
Art at best is soul...is divine...at worst it fails.
This is the best of all possible worlds
Say Diederot and sing Figaro, Figaro bravissimo.
Allow the mind to wander when and where it lusts.
Throw some bon mots around a smile
when you drop them.
If existence is meaningless,
there is always elan and dash and verve.
Take a mistress.
Breast and thigh. Creamy burgundian sauce.
Tenderness and hints of pink at the bone.
Let it sit and drip in your mouth.
Let it's flesh be yours.
Then come back from the pond
put chicken back into icebox,
Go out to the best little french restaurant
and have pate, scampi and medallions of filet with bernaise.