I've never had a better brunch with you
at a Dutch restaurant than this one
where way too much food
was piled on three individual plates,
each plate being fit to be divided in half
and scarfed down with syrup
and ketchup
and maybe a little shaved ham.
The person behind us seemed a bit cold
and old
as she squinted into some newspaper
perhaps documenting a dreary council meeting
in this little lazy lakeside town.
We left with a bit too much in the gut sack
and pack back into the car
off to the barber
where you had to sit in a line
and the barber might
barb real fine
but the times have changed
and he says, "no sir, we don't do
straight razor shaves anymore".
And before long we are leaving downtown
down to the water
at Lakeside park
the trees still stand bare
with flowers just starting to bloom
and enough sun to
dispel the gloom
and just enough fog everywhere
to restrict the zoom on my camera
and a dreamy duck edges along the rippled water.
This part of our day won't need a wallet, I imagine,
unless we stop for ice cream or something.
Well, I suppose
everyone has a right
to dream.