We dress in Sunday’s best
sitting in the front room.
Your helpmeet serves
weak tea
while I fantasize
of rich, dark coffee
The low sun tumbles through
the open window
dazzling, on the glass-topped table
and silver-plated flat-ware
Outside, the dancing
sparkling surface of the lake
draws my gaze
Although I long
for its cool depths
This is for the Real Toads.
Image is The Cup by Adolf de Meyer, 1912. Fair Use Principles
