LUNCH

3 8 Y L U N C H G W Y N E T H L E W I S See the Higgs hide in a ginkgo tree. Sparrows said Open sesame! And canteen doors open Automatically ‘‘Pan! Pan!’’ They call, stealing sugar, crumbs. ‘‘You fluent in proton?’’ No, But I’m learning. At lunch ho preso una cosetta With the quark-gluon soup, one fifty With garnish, one Twenty without. Sparrows exit with perfect timing. ...