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
Yes,today’s visit to the Italian cafe,
The dead winter trees seem to say
It’s time to leave places
Where no love lives.