Muscat sec and a heart to heart The hazy days of chardonnay lunches Bright sunlight filtered by branches Or hidden by sheltering parasol parts Kids doing kids stuff Comes back to me in flashes Snap shots Clinking cutlery hot to the touch Cutting their food up So much to say between courses Between getting them to eat greens Red noses, forgotten the sun cream We share out the ice cubes Maybe finish their food Waiting for the waiter Maybe some flirtation Or a little impatience Laughter Ice cream for afters Pack up backpacks And onto the scorching path Then backtrack Forgot the sunglasses. Now a late sweaty rush Back to the classroom hush With sticky fingered goodbyes And see you later cries.
