A yawn here
A dream there
Rumbling stomachs all over.
Lunchtime at lunchless park
Our hungry faces litter the park.
You sat by me in my corner,
Cheap skirt-suit to impress panels
Worn out shoes tired of the tarmac
A haggard envelope carrying your credentials
Lying on your tired thighs – the real credentials?
I saw a dream die in your eyes
As your rumbling stomach confirmed my fears.
Lunchless? I asked,
It wasn’t your bitter look that amused me
It was your answer –
Am watching my weight!
© Otiato Opali