Wonderful! Perfect lighting on this one.
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A man with a scowl
as hefty as the 300-odd pounds
he carries around with him, bullet head
and dark, dark beard,
heaves his way up
the three concrete steps
into the café
A young guy approaches the cash,
his lower lip
underslung by a tuft of hair
as wispy as a butterfly’s fart
Deborah at the café
turns out to speak Hebrew,
broke up with her lover
that morning.
After we’ve exchanged
the basics of our lives, she tells me:
“I’ve travelled half the world.
That was easier
than what I went through this morning.”
I take a seat at an outdoor table
next to Joseph, a fellow Jew,
and we launch into a discussion
bemoaning Israeli treatment
of the Palestinians and of
Jewish chauvinism.
Just beyond us a light wind
trembles the leaves of the trees.
A young girl, thin as a twig,
clack-clack-clacks her way
on stiletto heels
at the end of her even thinner legs
For a moment or two
this St John the Baptist holiday
there is no one and nothing outside the café
but the sun that picks out every detail of the street,
the low and sometimes impatient
susurrus of the passing cars,
the voices of Nathalie
and a couple of customers
through the wide-open windows
and the leaves that may be murmuring
their quiet, matutinal prayers
I would not be able to frame this picture because it moves. I love the way it comes to life, the way mornings do.
An almost alarmingly pregnant woman
goes by, her abdomen
like Kilimanjaro on the horizontal
As someone who has been pregnant every other year for the past decade and a half.... I LOVE this one! Belly like Kilimanjaro, indeed!