She is a thin girl
in a pale blue kimono
it hangs around her body like a fragrance
and covers nothing.
I sit in the dark looking at her
she smokes a pipe
and blows blue haze into the gently lit room.
A little man with a yellow shirt comes along and offers her a drink
and then drops snow over her
and she smiles,
as the ice melts onto her skin and forms drops
that run down her golden brown body.
Like diamonds, the water runs past her breasts.
The man looks up, he is sitting on a hard bench
the men around him are smoking
the pungent smell of tobacco and sweat
the growl of too many angry people
locked together in a hot room.
In the distance the soft sound of laughing comes
through the window.
There is the sound of women talking in the street below
All the men, at once
fall silent and listen
they all hear the happy voices, the gentle laughter and think
about things they did years ago, far away.