IN THE RESTAURANT Poem by Remco Campert
IN THE RESTAURANT
Young woman with a gold headscarf
strange black swan rarely spotted
in the ice-hole of this restaurant
like me she's writing zealously
in the intervals between courses
it feels like a competition
I don't dare speak to her
once it would have been out of shyness
now it's my age
when she looks up I look down
and suddenly - that's timing! - she's gone
and I'm alone with a mirage
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