The door of the cafe is wide open
to the storm. A bearded man
in a nest of his own clothes
grips a coffee cup. Grey eyes
break open his morained face.
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In the canopy the monkeys sleep.
A shape stares from the arms
of its mother and the rain falls
and its eyes are black orbs.
Droplets break on the leaves.
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