Afternoon

Let's play with the light

You and me

Jostle on cobbled roads

And spend an afternoon 

Take me out for coffee

One that comes in gargantuan cups

With leaves drawn in cream 

By one sleepy dozing barista, backstage

Then let's buy one of those

Bohemian things, scarves and such 

Lined with sequins and hanging down trinkets

Let summer not make us shy

Snap some pictures of the slant sun 

On dusty bougainvillea 

And a townful of homebodies

Awaiting an evening that never comes