Dining out in broad daylight

From behind the glass wall,
you can see it all from there-
the horizon, of course
vast.
Crystal clinks in the sharp
busy air, the noon rays
get in, somehow.
White linens, lemons and Jazz,
a breezy air the pelicans cruise,
forgetting it's Tuesday.
Ice water in goblets gratis
bread before salad, indulgences
flowers on food, eating our cake.
Reserved
murmurs accompany
a cackling laugh,
which barges through, interrupting
-the ambiance-
Who is watching Who?
Crazy gums with dirty fingernails
talks nearby, asking questions, I think,
to the blue sky
the grey ocean, is stoic.
Retired and grey,
they too test the cement benches.
Lazy days and costumes, all passersby
on either side of the unshatterable glass-
repast is served.



Image By Islandyachtclub (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.