Lunch In The Patio Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lunch in the patio

After the Western student took the order
After the waitress’s return
After the pulled pork
After the genus beer
“Skin...” He said
“...is what I like...”
And then went on
“The freshness, its beauty, its loveliness and the art...”
He stopped; searched for a word
He had to replace God
(With something, anything)
For him, an atheist, supernatural is hard.

We walked
Generous were the shorts, loose the skirts
(Hanging like noodle) the t-shirts

They were like his looks
They danced with breeze.
They flew with the wind.

“I am a Torontonian;
Love Toronto’s summers.”

The trees had given birth to infant leaves
The lake’s surface-waves presented fish
The goose sat calmly on the eggs
And the happy children played
All carried a message
“Summer is on its way.”