Tekapo (Maori for leave at night in haste)
Janet shuffles swollen ankles
to pour, oily black
spoon standing coffee
and gives me a minute
The dog-eared menu is stained
with rings from Tekapo's basin.
I take a sip of the table top view,
wading out from the shoreline
to float on the thin-air darkness
between, sugared southern alps.
My mouth fills with fresh melt-waters
as the sun blazes over grilled Angus,
thrice cooked potatoes, glisten
like duck stones in lakeside pools.
Janet looms over me, chewing gum.
Have you chosen yet? her pencil resting
on the manila carbon-copy pad.
I point at the Soup of the Moment
with Bread & Butter $12.00 gf, worth every cent.
Especially if you slip away without paying.
Written by Razzerleaf
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