Pause

 

In a strange city

Adventurer comes.

Through straight gates

And cobbled streets

Abruptly

A soft tongue ceases.

 

Strange tones

Spoken

Over a glass of sherry.

Sweetly sprinkled

On table top

The soft glances.

 

Traces in dust

Absently

Ever mindful

Eyes reaching

Past bottles

To the open door.

 

Quick light flickers

Through an alley

Cat sliding

Between cans

Watching an open door

Shut stealthily.

 

Goes adventurer

Through straight gates

And cobbled streets

And noiseless lips

Purse

With a locking of eyes.

 

Summer, 1950