Poems You brushed your hair.
Float the fine and satin line.
Cutting edge coffee.
   

You brushed your hair.
The Wine Bar, Bedford Place, Southampton. 15/7/04

You brushed your hair as you walked,
an action out of step with your
light grey trouser suit
and it being long
and it being sunny
it shone as it caught in the breeze.

In years to come
you'd probably grow round with middle age,
but now just your blouse buttons strain
and my eyes can't help but train
on the diamond shaped gaps between them.

The blouse is light and pink
like mallow flowers.
The suit is grey like a dry stone wall.

 
   

Float the fine and satin line
Longwood, Owslebury. 23/1/05

Float the fine and satin line of dreams
the themes of which you can hold
as memories half lived.
Stay just below the surface flow
of daylight care
unaware of the slip of night like water sieved.
Breath deep and slow
and roam your inner space
don't race towards the light where
like a diver dripping dry you'll miss
the weightlessness you left.
   

Cutting edge coffee.
Cafe Centro, Winchester 1.30pm. 23/9/02

Cutting edge coffee
roadside refreshment
cappuccinos and car fumes
not-yet-dropped shoppers
barely-time-to-stop scoffers
tray slap
crockery clatter
perch on the high stools
or table for two to catch a break-neck natter
A nod to the American diner
a fox trot with the patisserie Francaise
eat in or take away.
Did the bus just rumble past
or did we just back away from the bus?
speed eating our way through time and space
picking up pace as the lunch hour crumbles
or the bargains call.

 

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