Lunch poems? How can one not think of Frank O'Hara. Ok, besides?
Perhaps, we need to know what was had for lunch? Well, Mt Tam cheese, marinated green olives (fresh lemon thyme, bay leave, lemon rind), sliced tomatoes, strawberries, slided avocado, pecans, baguette. Of course, the cheese was room temperature and precisely ripe. Waiting does that to so many things.
Back to the future poem. I suggest it might include a recipe.
Strawberries and pinot champagne with black patent leather high heel pumps sip all afternoon in pinstripe suits.
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ReplyDeleteThis finery the ladies walked in
on the way to evening Mass
distracted the merchant from his mission
and he sat back along the boulevard
Watching the parade with pleasure
he remembered the times before his daughter
and how he and his favorite comrades
would picnic in the afternoons, unaware of danger
All that the country suffered
seemed to disappear in these reveries
and they relished the work in the office
as the factory produced great products for the state
In that time no pastor sought another solace
No purveyor of fruit would go unnoticed
The foreman at the time was honorable and loyal
and one's family stayed together, no matter what
A councilman was one to tell one's troubles
His wife a woman of discretion and kind deeds
The tailor had no interest in a customer's apron
and the business of espionage was left to the pros