At Lavenders in Maitland...
The breeze from below
cools my neck and my face -
as my rich cappuccino
hits the right place...
Sparrows from branches
peck on the floor -
under umbrellas
away from the door...
Two red headed toddlers -
with their mother - sit down -
dangling their feet
up high off the ground...
A man with a belly
wobbles his wares -
then squeezes and eases -
tight into his chair...
A bald headed lady
wanders on in -
in a short strappy dress -
baring her skin...
A man with a crew cut -
all spiky and grey -
laughs with his lady
as he passes his day...
The waitress takes orders
and jokes with the guests -
then parades proudly
with plates - dressed in their best...
Joy Weare,
26th November, 2010.
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