trout [ 9 ] October 2001
Chloe Gordon 


Fresh Orange Juice



She thinks of you as she watches the man outside
the Kingsland church whose clothes
are as white as a Turkish scarf.

This morning there is mist, thick
over the city and to the Bombays, probably to
Turkey and you and the blue umbrellas
on the terraces and the geraniums like
flying kisses and fresh orange
juice for you only ever fresh
orange juice because you never did
like the taste of coffee.

There is Turkish coffee on this menu.

But her eyes pass it by
for something Italian and a
muffin, and when the waiter brings her drink
she stirs it and the teaspoon burns
her tongue.

Across the road in Kingsland the man all
dressed in white except for red
flecks that stand out like geraniums on his
coverall pulls an empty pig from a van full
of trotters, slings it over his shoulder and walks
with it into the meat shop.

 

 



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