Friday, October 11, 2013

Lunch-mate (Poem 193)

He arrived late for lunch,
but spotted me easily, there
with my nut-brown bagel 
and cream cheese, glowing
bars of canteloupe stacked
on a plate, glistening in the sun.
Beads of sweat on my glass,
bright beads of eyes studying
me from where he perched, 
head cocked slightly,
across the table, waiting
for me to offer a bite.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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