Translations 
by Torre DeVito 

A young woman passes my booth 
In the "Bamboo Garden" 

Five Chinese woman snapping beans 
At the table next to me 
Have been gossiping about her 
In Cantonese. 

I cannot understand them, but 
I know from their faces that it 
Is a juicy bit of news about 
One who is younger, and prettier. 

Nor do I understand the busboy's 
Comment in Spanish as she passes, 
But I know he voices desire. 

When she returns to her seat 
She involuntarily, meets my smile with her own, 
Then, remembers to frown at the stranger. 

How much can be conveyed 
Through actions, posture, 
A look in the eye.