i take lunch

I take lunch

in the park.

this is how I talk now.
I get on line
when I get in line.

etc. etc. i'm in the queue,
taking the trolley,

going around the roundabout.

I take on a rather british air
about me.

top hat, coat and tails.
tea
and butter pies at 4.

I take lunch in the park
and observe

the world at large.
the women in their summer dresses
too soon,

dogs being walked.
old men

asleep under trees not yet
in bloom.

the startling blue sky.
the chill
of march in the air.

I sip my earl grey and thank my
lucky stars

then tap my cane against my knee,
I think of the blitzkrieg.

it could be worse.
it always could be worse.