Lunch

The mockingbird who nests
at the top of
the front yard maple
visits the back yard deck
for lunch.

Front and back.
Front and back.
Suet and seed.
Suet and seed.

Everyday
afternoon humdrum.

The woman who lives
inside of
the house
visits the kitchen
for lunch.

Table and chair.
Table and chair.
Soup and sandwich.
Soup and sandwich.

Everyday
afternoon humdrum.

Sharing the hour, but never our dreams.

Trill

2 thoughts on “Lunch”

  1. hmmm, I think the mockingbird might like your sandwich … or at leas the crust. That would perk her up. Read in a victorian era novel they had seedcakes. Never had one though. Might perk the woman up.

    love the rhythm in the poem, feels like a tiger pacing

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