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Roadside cafe on Friday

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Silas Thorne
, 02-23-2009 at 11:27 PM (1247 Views)
I sit here eating
the smell of your soup:aroma
of coriander, lentils, chickpeas
and tomato
coupled with the grainy breath of just-cooked bread.
Besides, an open door to gentle rain
caresses cars, poised
to gather the dust of the highway.
The cafe is stimulated,
the small and powerful madnesses
of quips in conversation
sparking with coffee and chocolate.

© Silas Thorne

Updated 03-01-2009 at 08:44 PM by Silas Thorne

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  1. Virgil's Avatar
    Goodness that captures the moment beautifully. Very nice.
  2. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    Thanks Virgil. I tried to pen down my impressions of that cafe on that drizzly day.
  3. 1n50mn14's Avatar
    I wrote something the other day in a laundromat that is akin to this: actually, upon reading it immediately afterward, I was reminded of your style. Thank you for that little bit of inspiration.
  4. kiz_paws's Avatar
    I tried to pen down my impressions of that cafe on that drizzly day.
    I think you have done a very good job of it, Silas.