Poet: Jean Atkin
Post Code: EH01
Filmmaker: ThatCollective
Sound Designer: Simon Herron
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Café Life Slice
Under the guns the sun
on the Royal Mile.
A café, coolly pale.

I tilt my cafetiere for one, try not
to be too present to the women
whose table I have joined.

Watch instead, the couple by the window.
They are very young. How their fingers
steal across their plates to intertwine.

I see they can't see anyone else.
They catch a smile, throw one back.
He makes her laugh, and I see
how her laugh makes him giddy.

Beside them a woman, with voluptuous arms
sits reading (and I did not make this up)
The Sunday Philosophers Club.

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