Mark Eaton, Rue Carthage

Evening now

In a busy cafe

Tables close together like prayer rugs

I sip brandy brewed from figs

Savor dried almonds on the table

For fear of being alone

Such stupid things are done

Surely there must be some

Other port of call

If this is not

The one

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