I was eating a roast beef sandwich with fried onions
when I looked up and saw a woman beautiful with
eyes green as the Irish Sea smiling at me.
Not possible, why should she? I sat with my back to
a wall and a painting hung there, perhaps her
smile was in the picture.
I smiled too but avoided looking directly at her, more
like I was remembering something pleasant, and
began eating my sandwich, thought the meat was a bit raw.
They hung him on the cross so we could eat more meat,
and millions of animals are sacrificed every year… I spun
a carpet of broken thoughts between me and her.
Finally I looked up, she was gone, a Fata Morgana, she
was a memory momentarily coming alive. I turned,
looked at the painting behind me, it was that of a clown.
