LUNCHING OUT

As I am reading a line about death,
I overhear the conversation
at the table next to me,
“We went on down to the funeral,
they gave him a nice service.”

“Wash and wear, if it’s not
wash and wear I don’t wear it.”

The broad shadows of diagonal lines
slash the bodies seated on the patio.
A woman with blood-red fingernails
sucks on her cigarette.