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Just Short of a Stare

There in the quietness A stranger strays into my sight In that tunnel of curiosity I look, just short of a stare Beyond the straight line Of cafe chairs Through the hypnotic mist Of desire…I look again Something about the … Continue reading

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Besides the Reality of Pain

Staring at the faces Of Monday morning strangers Waiting for a sign From the muted sound of feet Hear the silent echo… Evaporate against the cafe glass Like the blank page Waiting for ink… The anticipation of a moment To … Continue reading

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Relentless

Sitting in the shadow of the sun By the window of the cafe Silently bearing witness To the enigma that is life The variety of lives Unknown to me… Intrigued by the absence Of sound Where the visual is deceiving … Continue reading

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Not Permanent!

To sit, sip In the cafe Quietly watch See the parade The look, a glare The nuance, a stare The shape, an attitude The style, a fashion A mode in transition So… not permanent! Thatcher Doran

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The Ordinary…

from the cafe chair I stare looking at the comings and goings of the ordinary people who want to be somebody… to be famous or rich to be googled and envied the ordinary… who do extraordinary things who want to … Continue reading

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An Ambience of Apprehension

the West is moving East morning sun has gone did its bit now, waiting for the rain to come cafe staff rounding up the empty chairs about to close a sky swelling up with ominous clouds pregnant with mysterious words … Continue reading

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To Bridge the Afternoon

I missed the train….. my timetable out of date the guts of two hours to wait the café beckons do I go or do I stay? tick, tick the seconds click too much time to think a cappuccino and a … Continue reading

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Taking Notes….

I’m in the cafe, again taking notes Its Thursday, for some payday mid-afternoon the cafe is busy the man in the hand painted shirt marbles his words then spits them out like red hot coals each one fused then a … Continue reading

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A Human Ripple

Sitting in a Costa cafe watching human traffic as it comes and goes…. it’s quiet…. except for the kids Summer Hols…. three weeks left practically a life time if I remember correct sitting by the window at the shopping mall … Continue reading

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Another Cafe

Today a different café Faces…. still have the look the look of strangers young and old innocent or experienced I wonder about their stories as I casually fill the gaps in their cobbled paths the man at the opposite cafe … Continue reading

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