THE CAFE 28 July 2015

THE RUSTIQUE IS A CAFE IN THE MARKET SQUARE OF D. A PORT ON THE COAST OF NORMANDIE FRANCE.  THERE IS A MARKET EVERY TUESDAY.

THE CAFE 28 July 2015 MARKET DAY

IN THE MARKET SQUARE THE WIND BLOWS
THERE ARE NO MAGPIE JUST GULLS.

THE CAFE AWNING FLAPS
IN THE MARKET THE FLOWERS
ARE STIFF AS SOLDIERS IN
PLASTIC WAISTCOATS.
NO ROSES BEND, IRISES ROD STILL.
HERE AND THERE A WILTING
BUSY LIZZIE.

THE WIND, TIRES OF US AND
FLIES TO MY GARDEN WHERE
SCARLET ROSES ARE
WHIPPED INTO CONVERSATION,
THE MONKEY TREE NODS
AT THE BEECHES IDLE CHATTER.
MY OWN ROW OF CRIMSON SOLDIERS
ARE SALUTING THE WIND RIGHT NOW.

HOW MANY PETALS THAT I
SCATTERED YESTERDAY WITH
MY GRIM SCYTHE REMAIN OR
HAVE BEEN BLOW AWAY?

IN THE CAFE THE AWNINGS FLAP
THE COLD AIR RUSHES AND
CHILLS ME.

FOUTOUX