Downtown, an old building,
A creaky floor, benches without backs.
On a wobbly little table, antique vases.
Paper clutter, as in a bookshop.
In ties or bow ties, in elegant suits,
Well tailored,
They wait for moneyed clients
In piquant conflicts…

Active youth, a stadium outside the city,
Friends in the park
Ready for pizza.
In a footballer’s kit
Went to intercept
My son-in-law Yura.
He is a lawyer…

And in the center —
The bar.