If Only I Could Find Again
That small outdoor caféWith a single table and chairUnder a huge old treeWith one lone customerWho looks like my fatherEngrossed in some bookUnaware a pretty waitressIs waiting to take his…
That small outdoor caféWith a single table and chairUnder a huge old treeWith one lone customerWho looks like my fatherEngrossed in some bookUnaware a pretty waitressIs waiting to take his…
Pallor of the granite cliff-facefloating—mineral made underground,under pressure, like character.In the evening, smell of dry pine-dust,fragrance of childhood July,when I did not know what would happen in my life.All week…