Sitting on the patio at a café in Tel Aviv.
Round, black lacquer tables, wicker café chairs,
colorful umbrellas.

Young, skinny panted, tight t-shirted hipsters
drink espresso, eat croissants, talk politics.
A dog nibbles crumbs off the ground.

A white haired, wrinkle faced man sits alone,
sipping tea from a glass.
He rolls up his sleeve, revealing
a faded number tattooed on his wrist.