They sat close together at the small square table

Two ladies lunching, demure and cultivated

Maybe wrongly, I surmise they're unrelated

But I sense a friendship of many years

Together, through laughter and many tears

 

Hair recently coiffured, sprayed with earthquake-proof hold

They appear interchangeable, sat side by side

Both dressed similarly, much refinement implied

Wondering if replication was planned,

Is one's life entwined in the other's hand

 

Conversing together in whispers, discreetly

Both are similar height, possibly five foot three

Crudités and Prosecco consumed so daintily

I think I'll call them Maureen and Mable

Ladies who lunch at the small square table