Roseanne determined she had to catch a mid-afternoon train.
To get back to Manhattan.
On time to meet her children.
So, I suggested a light breakfast, late lunch.
For our Father’s Day celebration.
First going for savory croissants.
Which the bakery was out of.
Substituting an Irish soda bread.
Packed with plump dark raisins.
Grabbing drinks, finding a shady spot to picnic.
Each pulling off corners of the bread.
Savoring it between swigs of coffee.
This would be even better with jam, said Roseanne.
Then after another bite or two, or butter.
Well, I countered, this way it’s au naturel. You taste the bread exactly the way it is.
Like seeing a woman without make-up, coif.
Without latest fashion design.
Standing before you just how she is,
original state, divine.
Lynn Benjamin
June 16, 2024