Trapped In A Cafè In Paris On A Cold Day Poem by Patrick Coates

Diamonds
winking
from her lobes,
Rosy
cheeks,
butter yellow.

Hair
With
mocha streaks,

Liner,
an inky indigo.

Two
eyes,
deep green,

Like two peacocks,
in a blizzard of snow.

High
guillotine
facial bones,
Drinking her favorite latte.

Why does she sit all alone,
Trapped in a cafe in Paris on a cold day?