Hot air balloons,
brightly float past,
light intersects.

Cafe, olive green,
old rounded chairs,
flimsy tables.

On an antique maroon
espresso machine,
a wizened lady.

Slight, bent,
hair coloured light brown
against grey.

Wearing black,
Greek mourning dress.

Only shop open,
muffins fresh.

Coffee rich,
delicate.

An institution,
may poets never
be exiled.

Days beginning,
most important.
Plato's forum.