Reply to an Invitation to a Luncheon

Dear Whomever,
This day is perfect in its easy
conversation. Two succulent enthusiasts,
roiled by the afternoon’s hot heat
just now passed by my open
kitchen window, un-busied with the act
of watering their little spiny darlings.
Together they make a book with dried edges
waiting for a cousin to the rain.
Have you met them?

If, over a chicken salad dressed with grapes,
I turn to you, sipping tea, & say:
             Water! or Warden!
will you rally? Will you share with me
your harbored barn fan?
A rattled tray of candies?

Let’s board abandoned light.
Let’s keep it in a pocket like
the marveled brains of bottom dwellers.
Let’s wait for it become of use: say,
while zooming around with someone unfamiliar.
If we meet in the afternoon, will we need
a parasol? I’ve got a green one.