Imagine this, please-
a version of petite blue jean casual lands in  
the cold-water elegance of a fish-mouth fountain  
on an unimportant a-line Saturday. Bouncing
crumb cake laughter narrows into rain-soaked kisses¹
smoothed by both of their hands. Tart-filled murmurs
of, ‘Ooh, La, La, such big eyes you have,’
and ‘My darling, my darling, there is only you,’²
can be heard as the toddler nearby works to
Tonka Truck construct a bridge built for two by one…
ahhh, but to feel that alive, I think as
my soup spoon longs for
another bowl of broccoli cheddar.
    
    ¹Alameda, CA, 2009- Someone’s toddler was throwing grapes, and I was playing eye spy on a couple in mush-mush, love-love at my favorite Panera….what I would give for a breadbowl this afternoon…

    ² Gives “The Parent Trap,” written by the Sherman Brothers (1961) vibes, doesn’t it?