Back where I began

Needing a neutral place to think ,

I go back to the Italian cafe

Where the heavyset Italian bearded

Young man discusses something with 

two women in Italian …

I came to this Italian cafe countless times yet I am not recognised. ..

I think of Leon,the kiosk man,

Who earned me how I would always 

be alone in Europe…

What can I do?

I am thinking how to pack

how to get the dog ‘a health certificate

how to deal with the children  left

behind who have left my home 

a long time ago ,not showing signs

of regret…

Yes,today’s visit to the Italian cafe,

The dead winter trees seem to say

Go away…

It’s time to leave places

Where no love lives.


About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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