When black sheep gather

The light bounce of a pop song,
the cafe before close.
tables speckled, used, burned—
newspapers turned over.

Leftover a family and couple—
an artist within a booth.
caught before an eagle’s view,
a lake rippling in silence.

At once the child smallest
heaves a piercing, clarion yelp—
that lifts
the head of the artist
the mother embarrassed
the couple parted from
their lips

And frozen for a moment,
behind a battered screen door
there rushes forth a cataract—
laughter inside the room.

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