1 to be a maitre d'
leaning on the bar
with a white shirt
with bored black eyes
walking to the window
walking with a limp
walking with a shrug
staring at the street
nothing is with passing
nothing is with daylight
past the diners returns
past the with coffees
past the with talk
resumes with his leaning
still white shirt with
those solitary black eyes
2 the clinical interior
- the clinical interior
the eating postures - the smooth fork
hold the subject - I remember you
You had two - yes he had
another had three - bits of tomato
the analysis continues -
3by a window
though together they seem apart
in cool grey in cool light
a silent prayer of distraced pose
and some finesse removed from acknowledgement
the cup cupped in feminine hands
nor speaking not looking but rapport
he stands she arranges their food
she then speaks he sitting listens
This is FANTASTIC! So unique you are, Sir! I love the duplication of words in parts. I love the solitary black eyes. I love the 3 and the 2 etc. (The numbers in the small titles) I love poets that paint pictures and you're one of the best at it. BRAVO! Now I'm going to attemp to send this. I'll copy and paste it in case I have to send to your email.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm trying to send you an email but it won't go!