Still life at lunch

It is crisp and clear and the leafless trees Freeze in scene, in Winter grays and tans. I drive from home to meet Cindy at the Mexican restaurant downtown. Classical pieces play softly from the public radio station, Imperial background to the cold and majestic passing. We sit together as far from the entrance As we can and spoon up the steaming soup From our respective bowls, Sustenance and comfort for the January day. Waitresses languidly leaning against the far wall, A moment in public among the patrons In the gaily painted restaurant, Bathed in the dull buzzing of people we don't know Our knees touching under the table Wistful smiles passing between us.