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Café de Paris

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Ali Znaidi

At 10 A.M.
the sun was thirsty for human walking bodies.
I was thirsty, too.
I ordered a caramel coffee,
& a frigid bottle of mineral water.
The heat of Tunis in summer is unbearable.
I was dreaming of dew
to the rhythm of the music of the sun’s rays
which were playing sweet sweat tunes on the
pianos of the walking bodies.
The dew glistening on the bottleneck
made me dream of roses that never
wither,
a child’s smile that never
stops,
& a free neck that never
bends.