CCXVI: Lunch Hour

A man went off for lunch round nine or ten

and didn’t come back home for quite some time.

He took an hour to find a place, and then

enjoyed it for another hour’s chime.

At that, he walked about, enjoyed the breeze,

identified the flowers there in bloom.

Observed the caterpillars, and the bees,

and went on doing so for well past noon.

By two or three he’d made his way around

the city center and a tourist trap,

was patron at a gallery, and found

he’d like to take a seat there for a nap.

At last, quite late, he opened up his door,

a good lunch hour gone--or maybe more.