His laughter fills the air with mist
Man talk, three men gathered
around the metal outdoor table
The two nod toward an unseen third
He looks toward 23rd st and I wonder
if his last name is Martinez or
Mahdavi, the latter causing more
raised eyebrows and scowls from
certain segments who don't find
themselves gathered on a Saturday
morning, drinking coffee and conversation
at Dagny's
He distances himself to gesture wildly
with other unseen people
the storyteller in me thinks
"Curvy blonde woman"
I am
surprised by a blonde boy, a toddler
with a red plaid hood happily bidding
his Mommy goodbye
Truth is, we never know
the whole story from the other
side of a glass wall....
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