A Dream of no Consequence

 

I was in a large public park

the sort found in a city's suburbs

With large expanses of lawn

shaded by old well established trees

Herbaceous borders abounded

delineating pathways punctuated with benches

It was a summer's afternoon

and I was quite alone meandering

In my knapsack I had a large wedge

of English Stilton Cheese but nothing to drink

I met a woman there who worked in

a large glass building full of tables and chairs

I bought a small bottle of mineral water

and shared my cheese with her

As we ate the cheese cascaded

from our over full mouths

It was delicious and we ate ravenously

the water was soon exhausted

I paid her for the water and left

replete but with the memory of her face

It was fixed in my mind

she reminded me of an old film star