After all the shouting,
After huge helpless explosions
Of coughing and sneezing,
After the angry scraping of chairs,
After the protesting screech of trolley wheels,
After clashing clatter of stacking plates,
After the cacophony of tossing cutlery,
After the moaning and lamentation,
After the shouting and recrimination,
The pink beauty of the evening sky
Behind the trees,
The mellow red-wine balm,
The zingy coffee-lift,
Restore my spirits and
Bring calm to this unquiet hall.
I READ MY BOOK.