No indulgence for sublimity,
rather merely tables, chairs,
bearded men with thinning hair
and spouses' fragrant colored heads,
munching cakes or sipping tea,
keeping, cradling company
in crowded anonymity.
Plain music pressed between plain walls,
decor of simple scenes:
peasants stooped for harvest
in a beanfield
in a Third World
among some thick-curled
greenery, surrounding,
while we in an urban floundering
for an easier peace: it is here:
in merely tables
and simply chairs.