How simple life is. We hear music. We are fed. We sit close to each other with angels overhead.

Fabulous Pizza

You made us this fabulous pizza
Like the one in the café in the streets a-
long the Mississippi that day in New Orleans.
With ground sausage and rice and beans.
We’d gone to church that morning. It was Sunday
And we heard a band playing on Burgundy
Street and sat in a café and drank red wine
And held hands in the Louisiana sunshine.
It was beautiful, I felt the angels hover
As the brass band marched down the street,
Me with my hand on your leg, you, my lover,
Your fine clothes, the sandals on your feet.
How simple life is. We hear music. We are fed.
We sit close to each other with angels overhead.

Rozel Hunt, “A Peaceful Day on a Shaded Porch.”