I am so not a poet…..

..had to write a poem for this writing class I’m taking. As I haven’t blogged in a month, I thought, what the heck, I’ll put it here. It’s a handy place to keep it anyway. Keep in mind that I am NOT a poet.

Bistro Window

Two women are lunching, because they can.

At my favorite table, worn barn wood

Warmed and aged by its years on some farm.

One lady leans in, as if her words are a secret

On her toned, porcelain elbow to enlighten her friend

The other listens,  twisting her hair

Her eyes wide with interest whilst she nods ever so slightly

This conspiracy of the ladies who lunch

On a warm summer’s Tuesday at my Saturday table

As I walk on in my heels with my briefcase.