Paradise
Let me be an old man in Anatolia
Resting on a white plastic chair,
Saintly in a white starched shirt
Drinking tea from a glass that has
Curves like a woman, watching
Children and traffic, nodding at the
Shadows, a friend of dust and
Thin Cats, weightless as a moth
On running water, silent with the
Grace of years, half asleep.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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