Wayne L. Miller
Repast
orange juice yellow beets brown bread
once more she sets the table
arranging dishes
placing napkins
forks spoons knives
centering chairs by placemats
then placemats by chairs
tureen vegetable soup steam
cold salads covered
no grapefruit spoons or fish forks
yet again
she checks the simmering roast
reverently adjusting burners
almost hot enough
for bellies full
of memories
to start with
blue corn chips green salsa black olives
inviting me she
touches my shoulder
The Red Wheelbarrow Poets 