lazy sunday

walking down Forest Lane we

  pass rows of bicycles

  parked outside of a cafe

men and women

          and women and men sit

          and talk stride for stride

          and write and listen

the afternoon sun blasts

    heat waves down our necks

    and all I want is a sorbet

what's the difference between

  a sorbet and a sherbet

  I ask the ice cream

  parlor man - he has no

  clue.

            you run ahead

  to pet a puppy and

  drop your ice cream

  in the process

you look back at me

  with an embarrassing

  grin -

            all I can do

    is smile.