Love At The Cafeteria – A Poem

Love At The Cafeteria
Mondays used to mean
red beans and rice
airing dirty laundry
and powdering the bed sheets.
Wednesdays
meatballs, Italian ice,
and dreams of sainthood.
Fridays
we’d gulp down a tuna sandwich.
Later, we’d head to the drive-in movies
to fog up the windows and eat chili fries.
Sundays were saved for you and me
bare -legged
at the edge of the pier
watching the submarine races.

Ellespeth

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