Last week we wrote about responding to change with music. This week change comes in the manner of menus and new restaurants…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
There’s a New Restaurant Replacing the Old Diner
I will not vent like a pot spraying steam
into vapid surrounds, or
breathe onto a window with protective film
which cannot show hot breath.
The law does not always drive what is right,
nor will everything always add up.
Not every mess can be a fine one, Stanley,
and not every serving tray has two handles to carry it.
In the meantime, I will sit and see
what exactly is being served this year.