She
Her nose sharp, black hair long and combed while was wet so not flat and not soft,
Fully dressed, quiet, black and with hoody, inside out, ribbon lips, black eyes
Chin is like edge of hand when in fist, fat-side palm, silent; nods
Counter wooden, rest metal, tables-chairs metal, plastic are the seats, mostly blue.
He stands, accent Greek when talking, his eyes dog and searching for the ball.
His parka is blue; white and maroon, with the lines along and cross
She wears black neck to toes. Her only toy is hand; her left hand moves around.
Sometimes sits under chin, goes in the blouse touching boob as if not.
Fingers play in single and in team between lips.
She approves with her eyes open-shut not to talk; just smiles.
With them gone
Black girl bundled up and grey phone in hand: “texts or emails”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem