Flowers decorate the table
in an outdoor café overlooking the lake.
A lone boat, with two fishermen,
sits idle on the almost still water.
The only sounds; soft lapping
on the pilings under the wooden deck,
a gentle hum of quiet conversation,
the clatter of silverware and crystal.
Dinner; a bright red lobster,
garlic potatoes, garden vegetables,
with white wine and a glass of water.
The mood is perfect until
the woman behind me shrieks.
Her companion jumps out of his chair,
swinging his napkin, then grabbing
his lady by the arm he escorts
her into the main restaurant.
In a moment all the patrons are
ducking, swatting, then running
to get away from the latest guests,
a swarm of bees,
who arrive... uninvited.
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