The Purpose Of Dining

As if sitting on a warm evening alone at a table

Waiting for the Sole Meunière

Catching a 'dish of the sun' before the Earth swallows its edge

Moving the fingers to and from the water glass

Wondering why the only thing worth reading is still upstairs

Glancing back to the left where the woman and her elderly mother sit

And noticing her look, the daughter, to me, she about forty-five,

Spooning her sherbet, then mouthing, almost,

Now look at the moon, we're expecting you.


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