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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2013
ANNY HOROWITZ AT NERO'S COFFEE BAR.
Anny Horowitz
pressed her nose
against the glass
window pane
of Nero’s coffee bar
where you sat drinking
coke in ice in a glass
her ghostly
blue eyes
peered at you
a smile lingered
her small hands
were palm flat
on the pane
so that her lifeline
and headline were visible
where she pressed
you beckoned
with a nod
of your head
for her to come in
and she came in
and sat in the seat
beside you
her phantom
1940s clothes
seemed neat and clean
and her blonde hair
was ribboned
and looked fresh washed
Anny’s hand touched
the back of your chair
her eyes searched
about her
the fingers
of her other hand
toyed
with an empty glass
on the small
round table
she talked
in her soft voice
and asked about
the drink in the glass
and you told her
and she smiled
and was fascinated
by the bubbles rising
around the ice cubes
a couple came in
and a took a seat nearby
he went off
to order drinks
and she sat
and looked at you
then away again
not seeing Anny
sitting there
Mozart music
playing
in the background
Anny sat listening
her head
swaying slowly
to the music
she said
she remembered
the music
her feet
in black shoes
swung back and forth
under the chair
she said
at Auschwitz
they played music
but it made her sad
to remember
you took out
your mobile phone
and spoke into it
did they play Wagner
at Auschwitz?
you asked
she said she thought so
the woman nearby
looked at you
wondering who
you were talking to
then looked away
what is that?
Anny asked
my mobile phone
you said
phone?
she said
it’s like the telephones
in telephone boxes
years ago
but smaller
and you can go around
with them
in your hand
Anny nodded
but the woman frowned
giving you a stare
you sipped your coke
nice and cold
refreshing
against heat
coming through
the coffee bar window
Anny gazed
at the woman
then put out
her hand
and touched yours
and it was cool
and soft like silk
as if a breeze
had blown
against your skin
you gazed
at her ribboned hair
her blue eyes
then she faded
and was gone
just the nosey woman
giving you a stare
not knowing
your little Jewish friend
had come and gone
and was no longer there.
Anny Horowitz died in Auschwitz in 1942.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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