Just for a minuet there
my love
I saw you
saw you sit
feet dangling over my window
you smiled
that smile of nonchalance
like every day
was a day to sit by the lemon grass
the bougainvillea is bending to greet you.
As your feet ferret out secret roots
I watch
like the dislodged mournful pigeons
as fabric
grazes the white flower weeds
there is a smell of rain in the air
Lets not talk of empty window sills, my love
lets just pretend you are still there.