Poem — Almost spring, mountains with snow
Someone enters the café, saying hello
Beans get ground, the telephone rings
Busy people doing all the small things Cake on the plate, coffee stain in the book
Hemingway’s “Old Man (…)” got me hooked
Ear plugs in, self-made silence a win
Perseverance and dignity, but where to begin? Mug stole diamonds, Lucy in the sky
Someone leaves, saying bye-bye
Ear plugs out, hearing neighbor’s self-doubt
Note on his napkin: Don’t think out loud