Lunch with Simone

Lunch with Simone

It doesn't matter what we order.
The talk is what counts---
a network of soft smiles, a sigh,
raised eyebrows.

The waiter wearing a nose ring
reads the table, notes the tone.
Sensitive, he edges in, offering
another tea bag.

After the sun crosses overhead,
we get down to it, whatever
needs love and prayer.
Even the wind kneels.

Pat 

This one seems pretty tight.  Only "weed" I found was to consider making "sigh" plural.

Thanks for sharing

Todd

I had an interesting experience with this poem.  Clicking around too quickly, I thought Todd was the poet, not Pat.  I like the poem.

Huh?  Pat?  How did I miss that?  I like the poem.  My picture of the table changed, but not the poem.  Not at all. 

That told me my appreciation of the poem wasn't colored by how I know Pat, how I know Todd.  The poem took me to the table either way.

I agree with Todd, it's tight.  But I like the singular "sigh".  Yes, there's a sigh, but more solving than sighing goes on at a lunch with Simone.

Pat,  Very  good and I peeked at what the others said and I agree, it is tight.  Todd is rubbing off on all of us I think.  That is a good thing, but don't tell Todd I bragged on him. 

Okay, the thing I might suggest is change two words in the second stanza.  Change "wearing" to wears and change "offering" to offers.  That seems more consistant with the verbs you use.  Okay, I go along with "sighs" since you used plurals with smiles and eyebrows.  Funny, as I read it I said "eyebrowals," which is what I grew up thinking the word was.  Good poem.  D

Pat,  I agree with those guys, kinda.  I wanted the poem to go on and on at least until you two walked out into the open and felt the wind kneeling down.  How about a hug.  Dewell

Pat,
I agree with Todd. One sigh among a network of smiles and eyebrows  seems a little strange.
Also in the last strophe, I would move whatever to the next line.

Good work.

Don