for Paul Dombroski
In the shabby little café
at the harbour of Tangier
the place we used to sit
is empty now...
I don't dare to sit there
it makes me sad
The cat you used to feed
at the harbour of Tangier
tiptoes by with blank eyes
a belly full of kids
the stomache empty
You filled my heart with orange juice
at the harbour of Tangier
today I'm tossing my coffee
& take a header in the sea
to follow you