At the Caféby Anna Margolin 1 Alone in the café now,as voices hush and fade,as lamps give off a pearly glowand float out of the caféand over the street—like luminous swans. —Waiter, black coffee—demitasse! Alone in the café now,with moments rustling like silk,I raise my dusky fragrant wineto the street, to the distance.And like a song is the thoughtI give off into the gloom,a…
