Matthew Caretti

Johannesburg

His home is much as I remember it, posh without pretension.  Today though it is a crime scene.

    tsotsis*
    stole even
    his beers

He laments his brew and his bikes, but the widescreen is irrelevant.  I suggest going without; he smiles but does not answer.
                                                             
    old pine perch:
    sacred ibis arrive
    at sunset

Dutch-Indonesian cuisine and Heineken.  We share tales of the tour, hyperbole grown these past four years.  A vegetarian meal we order brings to mind a temple visit.

    beads given
    freely, happily to
    my old friend