At the Karen Pastanesi ...

We ate strawberry tart listening to gentle laments on the radio -

There was a sweeping reef of a marble counter -

Gorgeous pastries were like spooky jewels -

The grave patron sat in the cool shadows -

The Art Deco clock had stopped -

Through the windows, I could see the dazzle of the bay -

A long legged girl walked across the sand -

Margaret taught ballet Anne said -

She does five plies every morning -

I finished my strawberry tart -

I remembered silence falling from a twilight sky -

The yellow ship at anchor -

My cabin filled with dreams -



May 2019

Karen Pastanesi
Marmaris
Turkey