The cafe is where I
Spend afternoon musings
Drinking in…the scent of spicy tea
And the shards of homely memories
Contingent throughout
While Francois Hardy crooned her love
To the spring rain and wind
Tapping at our door —
The honeybunches.
Will you notice at last?
That faithful rendez-vous
I chose in your name
Before I ever knew you were.
Complete my picture
Of tranquil excellence,
Else I’ll sip into further ruminations
And lose my mind to eternal abidings,
The cafe and its sweetly promises
As I just…dream away.
