Today when I met Anna for lunch

at my favorite Café Barbette

on Lake Street and we sat at the best
little sunny table in the whole place

(which Anna recognized just as I had
recognized it the first time I saw it)

we had a glass of vin rouge

and shared a beet chèvre salade

and the thin crispy french frites

with béarnaise sauce

and fromage et fruit with

honey, almonds and apricot preserve.

Afterward we stood

on the corner outside

and looked up at the sun

with our faces tilted up

hugging like two little sisters

and it felt just like we

had actually been in France

for a lovely while.

In the middle of the day

in the middle of the week

in Minneapolis.

And it was perfectly delightful.