by Barbara Eknoian

This was not my last sight of him
that evening.
But at 2 in the morning
cabarets are shuttered;
only cats remained to keep me company
and drunks and red-light ladies.
I had trudged more than a mile
to the main street district
of stores and cinemas.
Then I saw Brando
sixty feet tall.
There he was, in comic paper colors,
on a sign above a theatre
that advertised “The Teahouse
of the August Moon.”
Rather Buddhalike, too,
his pose depicted in a squatting position,
a serene smile on a face
that glistened in the rain
and the light of a street lamp.
A deity, but, more than that,
a young man sitting
on a pile of candy.

SOURCE: “The Duke in His Domain” by Truman Capote, The New Yorker (November 9, 1957).

PHOTO: Marlon Brando by Philippe Halsman (1950), ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Barbara Eknoian‘s work has appeared in Pearl, Chiron Review, RE)VERB, and Silver Birch Press’s Silver, Green, and Summer anthologies, and Cadence Collective on line. She has received two Pushcart Prize nominations and is a member of Donna Hilbert’s poetry workshop in Long Beach, California. Her first young adult novel Chances Are: A Jersey Girl Comes of Age, and her poetry book Why I Miss New Jersey are available at Amazon. She is currently working on a generational novel.