Across the river
The table
was set for ten
Laughter carried
over the water
The meaning
of life
Has a napkin
in its lap
A glass of deep
red wine in its hand
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Yeah, well, you had to be there. A table in a back yard across the river. Yup, I really counted the chairs. Laughing and talking and the smell of barbeque and leaves rocking on the gentlest of breezes. A special occasion: men in white shirts and women in dresses the colors of flowers. I couldn't make out the language, but it wasn't English, Spanish, German, Japanese, French, or Italian. The words blended with the water rushing over a line of rocks stacked by last summer's children to make a swimming hole. I walked on, refreshed by someone else's dinner party.
Laughing and eating. The kingdom of heaven is among you, if only you have eyes to see.
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