the sea be rosewater

the sea be rosewater
in memoriam of Manos, patron of the arts,
you shared your
laughter, sail in peace

beijing july 2009

Manos Pazianos, owner of the Aegean Arthouse Cafe in Beijing died suddenly two weeks ago; his dream of a white mediterranean square in this dusty circle is gone. These words are my tribute to the man I can hardly say I knew, but knew he was far from his island home we’d sometimes speak of:

in a word
it’s there
in the bay of your ear
in the turn of the page
of a newspaper
worse news on the other side

i heard of your death, friend,
a remark aside from someone
you knew, like a punch
over the heart,
remembered the last time
we met in the wide,
white upstairs of
your aegean café,
greece on the walls
you’d probably shared
a wine with the painters
congratulated them all
on the light coagulate
there on canvas,
we embraced, kissed
to raise a laugh
from those here
who don’t know
men are unafraid of men
like this in your land
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