In Manet's Chez le père Lathuille the waiter
doesn't look at the seated young couple, the woman
with the straight back and mostly hidden face,
the young effeminate man with the pleading puppy
eyes, no, the waiter standing on the background
with the coffee or tea pot is looking at us, looking
at the painter, but the painter long gone,
all there is are us to meet his gaze. But
there is no table for us to be seated.
20.12.2023
#Poem #Poens #Poetry #Verse
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