Plaza Restaurant
A man yells incoherently
outside my restaurant
where the busy sidewalks
are filled with tourists
and others
in the
city for a Sunday afternoon.
The man is shouting
religious mantras.
He seems unstable,
unsafe.
Children are frightened.
A couple tries
to place his accent.
Others
crane their necks to see.
Action is needed,
so
I jump the barricade
onto the sidewalk
and follow the man's voice
into the crowd.
I look back to where I stood
and a mother's eyes
are upon me.
She says
be careful.
Marsha Salerno
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