‘Ditherers’

 ‘Ditherers’ 

There’s a place at the slow end of town

where the fussy and fastidious

can’t-make-up-their- minds go.

It’s called ‘Ditherers’, a little hither

of Yon.

It’s where you mull over the menu

menacingly slow.

And dishes are consumed at a pace

only snails know.

Where anecdotes meander for miles

while the night nods off

and the moon hangs low,

There’s a diner called ‘Ditherers’

where minds to and fro.