As if in a Renoir painting,

shadow and light pulse against

each other across the tables.

Beneath the infinite hush

of traffic, people quietly talk.

The worries of the day loosen

and fall away unnoticed.

Waitresses move like dancers

under the oak’s dark branches.

(April 23, 2022)

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