Sitting between the lake and the buildings

I wonder what we’ll like for lunch,
 it’s not Good Friday, yet all I find are fish
 ‘n chip joints without piles of newspapers;
 predestined to protect famished fingers 
 from smearing the fishy oil
 of pseudo headlines 
 into impatient eyes.   

 Jason Coombs

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