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