The Crashing of Shields & Teaspoons
The man did all the normal things.
A procession of tapas left idle on hooded napkins
beside him, here and there.
But in his anxious mind –
holding the woman’s words in the cup of his ear
watching the football, ordering a tea
was like going into battle.
One down, both tea and challenge.
A tip and a smile, one article well read
war council meetings across insecure fires
at the border of his mind.
A waiter trips
boom goes the sound of the –
crashing of shields and teaspoons.
By the cigarette machine
Marcus Aurelius is ironically cheering waheeeyyyy.
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