Silent Conversations
Silent Conversations
The wind is up today
Coastal clouds
Playing tag with dust devils
On the shimmering bent mirages
Wavering their uncertainty of heat
Where the sea rolls its ice cream caps
Cool in the blue hinted sweeps of grey
In the chill air con bar
We sat upon empty stools
The languid condensations of beer
Trickling their refreshments
Of cool back of the throat smiles
I hold converse with the vacant air
While every demoralised seat
Longs to have you safely ensconced
And listen to silent conversations
But they watch instead my empty stare
The wind is up today
Carrying beach kites dancing in acrobat wheels
While unstrung gulls rock unsteady
On the gusts of southern Sarah
And the dust devils dance their own display
Of hot dry air
The gold lustre slowly sipped
With the curling tongs of cigarettes
And the deep dark amber of ancient teak
Thinks of auburn caught in a giggle
Rests upon my elbows
With unsteady poise
The wind is up today
Sneaking through niches and humming to itself
A song that I wish would carry her voice
And the dust devils tweak and twirl at the sky
But not with any dance of mine
I sit and hold silent conversations
With pillaged and abandoned chairs
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