Depends on the Day

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
This is what I conjure.

Jeffrey Yamaguchi | @hiddenexhibit