Eating in the garden
Is a sign of summer fun
A day of warmth and laughter
Not meals grabbed on the run.
I sit and nurse a wine-glass
And let silence bathe my skin
The evening air’s delicious
I don’t want to go back in.
And then I hear the chomping
As the gastropods attack
Bring out the garlic water
Those snails keep coming back!
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