Grassroots Kava-Bar “Poem”

The way she pours kava into the cup gets me drunk even before drinking it.

I sat there and took a sip of it and did the “Bula” ritual

Holding a book in my hands pretending to be reading

In truth I was not reading

I don’t even know what I was doing

Except looking at her absorbed in her work

Finding opportunity to talk to her

But I didn’t talk to her

Nor did she

A slight exchange of our gaze and long sighs

That’s how it all ends

I left Alice in her wonderland and walked outside the bar

Until next time I comforted my heart that I must not see her again

And if I do I must not do the same

And if I do the same I must not tell the world

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