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the waiters milled about filling sumac
shakers clearing away plates of onion and
radish
my father pointed to each person whispered
Persian about the old man with the silver
beard whispered Arab about the woman with
the eye mole Persian the teenager pouring
water White the man on the phone
I was eight
and watching and amazed
I asked how he could possibly tell when
they were all brown-
skin-dark-hair'd like us almost everyone
in the restaurant looked like us
he smiled a proud
little smile a...