Coffee Shop in the Late Afternoon The beautiful woman gone leaving the shop to young men making their way in the January world with cell phones and computers
and me.
Outside, a sunny day. too warm for the season.
A phone rings — a barista calls out "Tall vanilla soy latte." Strange talk to one who grew up with a nickel cup of joe.
There are fewer and fewer native speakers of one’s born language.
You learn to live with translations. by Nils Peterson












