You forget that you have been listening
As friends and silence drift and gently sway
Father and daughter laugh
This is easy conversation
The best of times
No more sitting on the fence
You forget that you have been listening
To tunes on the radio
Family preserved variations
Gulls back from the sea shore
Mottled cherry blossom
Afloat on the breeze
That is all I could draw
Call it abstract if you will
But there is a go at tenderness
An attempt at insight
A feel for the message in a bottle
A search for a statement of intent
In between the French
And Spanish dictionaries
Serendipity plies her wares
Shadows of the sunset years
Angle-poise, poised upon the picture
Painted, painted just before the dawn
And that's where it stayed
Caught up in indifference
Trapped in some sensible profession
Shunted into the knackers yards
Left to become redundant, old iron
Until the sun rose on that cold day in December
Stillness, silence of the crystal, locked behind glass doors
Matched, as by the forces of equilibrium, by the matching cups and saucers
Jimmy yanked Harry's arm, you could hear the crack across the street
Passers by looked on with concern, had they never seen a dislocated
Passers by looked on with concern, had they never seen a dislocated
