20 Minutes
or so—for lunch
is just
enough—
time to fly
out and pick-up
your shaken
faith—from vacation
in an imaginary land-
scape of a lakeside
town—where the streets
and the rolls
are both
jammed-
full of jelly
and the flavors
of entrees
simply can't—be politely
constrained
by plates
but rather—need to be
captured!
in rude red baskets—
