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| The Post Deng Cafe The start of the poem on my iphone |
She calls us
From across the street
To eat
Specials, yes special
The cold wind
That blew us in
Must chill her
She has won us
Inside is pleasant
And hums
Smelling of
Exotic spice and warmth
I like this place
Of communion
Men sit on their own
Groups eat, sharing
We eat
Under a watchful eye
Guided by the Boss
Red rivers run
Above our heads
And glow in the light
And the Eagles
Mix with steamy
Dishes that delight
Too soon
It is time
To move on
From the street
That never
Ends
Melbourne Trip May 2011
