Sidewalk Cafe

Sidewalk Cafe


Sidewalk cafe,

Sailboats floating

like-

White swans floating-

Coconut palms

Crystal water

Soft Spanish

Old fort.

Gray walls.

Rusty cannons.

Dark eyed girls

Golden skin.

Shy smiles

Laughing children.

Old men sit

Cigar smoke

and

Dominoes.


-Dan Barfield

 


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