A wicked smile flickers
he wipes his lips with the back of his hand,
crumbs falling like careless words.
The mullet catches light,
a halo of defiance
under the café’s striped awning.
He leans back in his chair,
street laughter spilling past,
steam rising from cups and grates alike.
There’s swagger in his stillness,
a kind of rough poetry
in the way he owns the moment
De Graves Street watching,
and he, unbothered,
watching it back.
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ReplyDeleteNice to be young
DeleteCute
ReplyDeleteMuy buen detalle de ese momento en el que hemos terminado con la tarea de alimentarnos y limpiamos los labios.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo
A little wicked
DeleteUn somriure entremaliat que intenta dissimular.
ReplyDeleteM'agraden molt les paraules amb que acompanyes les fotos.
Salutacions, James.
I love the moment
DeletePriorities can't wait... especially when there's pent-up hunger. Great shot!
ReplyDeleteFeeding is so important
DeleteYour poem perfectly catches the scene of your photo. He does have a sly, impish look.
ReplyDeleteMust have been a very satisfying meal!
ReplyDeleteInteresting watch.
ReplyDeleteune bien belle capture
ReplyDeleteGreat candid shot!
ReplyDelete...chowing down!
ReplyDeleteI love your use of words in the poetry. My favorite in this "crumbs falling like careless words."
ReplyDeleteOh I love the expression you captured. Brilliant. Thank you for sharing with FFO and have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteIt's a nice photo, and I like the crumbs falling like careless words. Both things are of little value to the mouth that drops them.
ReplyDeleteWho blinked first?
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