Urgency
In this cafe no one spoke or even if one did
it was done in an unfamiliar language Toward the evening
a young limping girl with a basket by her elbow would enter
to place a small bouquet of flowers on each table then she would
leave without coming back to collect money or the flowers
And we wouldn’t touch them at all as though she would
come back
later on when the cafe would be empty to collect them
with certain compassion we thought of that basket
empty now and leaning on the old chair
next to the kite of her youngest dead brother
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