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November Evening
Poetry by Louis Faber
November Evening
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He sits calmly in the corner
of the restaurant redolent with curry
and cardamom.
He smiles, unseen,
his third eyes stares
deeply felt on the back
of my neck.
Her eyes draw me in
offering a serenity,
she smiles freely
and I recall the park
in the shadow of the mountains
the soft touch of velvet
and the empress
alongside the fool.
It is too soon done
but the soft fur
of the cat
bristles along my arm.
Louis Faber is a poet and blogger. His poems and stories have appeared in Cantos, The Poet (U.K.), Alchemy Spoon, New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Erothanatos (Greece), Defenestration, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, Rattle, Pearl, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. A book of poetry, The Right to Depart, was published by Plain View Press. He can be found at https://anoldwriter.com.
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