this
pastry,
pear slices in vanilla pudding
made my eyes want to see lots of whipping cream
and another waiter brought another pastry
hidden under whipping cream
all this in the open under sunshine
at round tables with red table cloth
so many people
so many eyes to look at
so many tables to turn to
and soon some tables converged
towards the beat in the backroom
eyes looked for eyes
past the bar
towards the beat
another smiling day
on an unending afternoon