“The man who invented time was a fool.” Dan, circa 1961, the village cafe, Toronto
Waiting
A few dark grapes, some cheese, a bit of bread;
An ear, or more, of just-picked sweet Corn.
It is enough
For now.
Sun going down
Last pick of late corn,
Sun going down in the west.
Delicious, as always.
The real ‘peaches and cream.” Sweet enough.
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