Outside of La Grolla there stands a man with one hand up and one hand down.
His facial expression never changes: a subtle smile, never a frown.
Just what his job is, I do not know.
Was he holding something? Where did it go?
He stands outside no matter the weather:
sun or wind, rain or snow.
Perhaps he's trying to beckon us in,
"Come inside, our food's thissssssss good".
He never talks, but if I listened, I wonder if he would...
