Single Frame

At tall man
Sat on a round silver stool with a sky blue top
In a corner, outside a Korean café

He looked down on me
From right to left
I looked up to him
From left to right

He said he was not ready to leave
That he liked it here
And that he was hungry
For art

I looked at his lips
And thought
There is more than art and hunger

Like this moment
A touch of a sensation
Noticed, imagined

This choreography of eyes and lips
Fluidly moving up and down

Gracefully softening
The sharp corner of the cafe
And the rusty square table
carrying our warm cups