A lone table
in a grove of trees.
The sun is shining
upon the richest
of blue skies.
What shall I serve?
Or be served?
What music is playing?
Everyone is there.
Or am I just wondering
why so and so
didn’t show?
How long will we linger?
The sun goes down.
Our feast is done.
We forgot to take a picture
again.
This is what I conjure.
Jeffrey Yamaguchi 