by Ralph Dumain
Your elegance is a forgotten piano bar
in which we sway nostalgically.
A suspension bridge seen through the window
spans the night while your eyes sparkle.
Something tears in me; your head bobs above
a glass of wine; your dress is fine; my thoughts
drift to uncertainties will you read them
and then nod to me? Your elegance
is the cobbled pavement and the street lamp
glowing from where we stand to way across
the river: it is poignant. Suddenly
I cant make conversation; I stutter,
shrug my shoulders; my eyes are waiting.
Your elegance is not easy to face
directly. I only hope your smile
will be that crescent moon blessing
the bridge and making the steel sigh
(5 September 1992)
©1992, 2000 Ralph Dumain
Note: My friend Michael Colquhoun looked forward to hearing
me read this poem aloud, but he died before the opportunity arose.
RD, 16 September 2020 (Michaels birthday)
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