Across the Square.

There’s not much happening

at the Place du Juif.

Even pedestrians are a few

scattered across the Square.

Mr T. is coming in ten Minutes

which extends to half an hour.

He cannot keep time ever

and his wife will not answer

her phone.

Perhaps she’s had enough

of him and all the staff.

Whatever.

Old man Khan from Kashmir

comes inside the gallery

tries to sell some self-made

jewelry. Semi-precious stone

And silver.

The girls working here know him

but I don’t buy something

for it’s a personal taste for spouse

or girlfriend.

I am ready, impatient to leave

and T. keeps me waiting

not yet willing to discuss an

hourly rate for my time.

Has his memory drawn a blank

yet again?

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-Poetry’17.

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