Sundays
Dusty cream wireless
pours Mancini static
through piping valves.
Sizzled lamb beckons
from warm plates with
sharp bite of mint sauce
from Staffordshire boat.
His enlarged irises
beam down on
Sunday pages—thinks
I wouldn’t know
what day it was.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 