a dish of time

I have a plate of hours,
a clean white
dish of time
to dine from on this
lazy sunday.
what to do,
where to go. who to see.
the list is short
even shorter now
as autumn approaches.
those once
a mile or call away
have disappeared,
but I have these hours
on this day with
which to fill or
unfill, a clean dish of
time to wile away.